The jungle was deep, but there was small clearing here and there throughout it, the jungle leading into a deep forest, the two environments mixing only because this was an Isle where many cultures and races lived together that were dying out. The Gods had made this isle so those whose races were being decimated could have refuge. It was one of these many clearings that Enayla sat curled her legs to the side, vines spreading up her arms and her chest, seeming to be in motion crawling over her shoulders and down her back. Making her one with the ground she sat upon. Leaves strewn through her brown hair, and her green eyes were filled with mirth. Her features angular the elves and pointed ears showed through her hair. A crescent moon was scarred into her forehead. Her two sons stood, one was leaning against a curling trees bark, and he had long brown hair unkempt around his shoulders, leaves through his hair as well. He was nude completely, covered only chest and arms in swirling black and blue war tattoos. His eyes were green and he was clearly elven in ancestry as well shaking his head. The other was in a white robe embroidered in gold, a golden embroidered unicorn rearing on the center of his robes. His hair was spun gold, his eyes gold except for black pupil, lips painted gold, even his nails. All three had a glow around them, Enayla green and silver, Darrian gold, and SunGam against the tree was red.
“So you heard then?" Darrian asked pacing back and forth. "The King of Munacra is marrying a male, and a male peasant at that." Sun Gam shook his head further, "Griffons Wing has always followed his own instincts and if he loves the human peasant boy then the nobles can leave them alone." Enayla smiled sadly, "If only Sun Gam, there will be great controversy over this we all know." Darrian nodded stopping, "But what of the Munacra blood line? Does it end then?" Enayla shook her head, "Apollo Blue shall take the throne then I suppose as he is the King's sisters son." Current mortal political affairs being discussed by the Gods.
Blinking as he stepped into the clearing, Silene by his side, Drystan still felt rather disoriented. One moment he had been in one of the private libraries reading and writing notes, and the next he was blinking away curling tendrils of barely there smoke. It seemed Sia had intervened directly, pulling him into the Dream Realm and then depositing here. Well, at least I’m not totally alone. So long as Silene is with me, I suppose I shall be okay.
Following the sound of voices, the young scholar and mind mage was more than a little surprised when he found a trio of what were obviously gods simply sitting and conversing. There was no doubt in his mind as to their godly status, not with power signatures like those. Quietly standing next to a large, densely leafed tree, he tried to follow their conversation, but had no reference point as to whomever they were speaking of. He vaguely wondered if he should announce his presence, very confused as to why his goddess would send him to this very strange, very heavily vegetated place.
Sun Gam was the first to notice the newcomer standing up straight his shoulders tensing, but Enayla's hand raised, "Calm." Sun Gam looked to his mother conflicted for only a moment before he bowed his head in respect to parentage and power, she was far more powerful than either of them. "I received a strange message earlier today and did something I have never allowed before." She slowly uncurled and stood, the vines only managing to barely conceal her nudity. "I allowed someone not of our world to enter Ran'Gilith." Darrian looked back to Drystan in shock, "He is of another world?" The gold eyes were friendly but still shock filled.
"Yes he is Darrian Ray. And the reason I called you to speak with me is because I know that you would best to explain to him our world and help him." Darrian bowed to his mother at the waist, "Of course Mother." Straightening he turned to Drystan. "Do you know what happened to yourself? Or was it sudden?" Darrian asked in way of trying to discern if the male even knew if he was on another world.
Sun Gam moved closer to his mother and he ****ed his head as they began to speak in another tongue, a tongue that lilted and was far more musical, smoother on the tongue then this common speech. Darrian's full attention was on the stranger now, his presence open and quite welcoming. The smile on his lips warm, it suited him all of this, being a God of Those Who are Prosecuted. He strove to be welcoming, understanding and non judgmental.
Realizing that he had finally been noticed, Drystan stepped forward with Silene following silently beside him. Quickly glancing back and forth between the woman and the two men, he finally bowed deeply to Enayla first, and then Sun Gam and Darrian, murmuring softly, “My Lady, my Lords, I apologize if my appearance is an inconvenience.” Turning to face Darrian, he answered the question simply and honestly. “I did not choose the location Sia sent me to. I know only that one moment I was studying in the library and the next I was here.” Although he was outwardly focused on Darrian, he remained aware of the presences of the other two, and carefully reinforced his mental shields, leery of letting any stray thoughts or feelings escape. He also had no desire to unintentionally hear whatever was accidentally broadcast. His posture was one of both self-control and a bit of unease at finding himself so suddenly in such unusual surroundings. “Might I ask just where it is I find myself? Sia did not see fit to tell neither myself nor Silene what this place is called,” he asked politely.
"Ahh, well this world is referred to by Syre God of Creation as Ran'Gilith, the Island you’re in now is Ecce Ecce, The sacred Isle of the Walking Gods. Named adeptly for us spending time here in mortal form as you can see." Darrian looked back to his brother and mother and spoke a few words in the same tongue they conversed in and Sun Gam nodded to Darrian before the two continued speaking. Darrian rolled his eyes and looked back to Drystan. "And if Mother allowed you to come here then your presence certainly is not an inconvenience. I just find myself even having lived as long as I have never having had such an experience before. As Enayla said we have never allowed people from other worlds into Ran'Gilith. So it is a new experience for us as well." Darrian was a more personable God, he talked in less of an 'I am higher than thou' way as some Gods did on Ran'Gilith, and he was highly curious. But he and his brother were the second youngest of the Gods, the youngest not spoken of in most company as she was an exile. "Darrian there may be court today in the Castle." Darrian looked back to Sun Gam. "If there is we will attend of course, but I will just bring Drystan with us as leaving him alone in a place he hardly knows is very bad thing to do as hosts."
“I… see,” Drystan mumbled, still greatly confused. To what purpose had he been sent here? How would the rest of the Coven react when they realized he was missing? Would they even notice? Or would time appear to pause in his home world while he was here, in Ran’Gilith? Briefly closing his eyes to center himself and halt the flow of half-formed worries, he reopened them to find himself yet again the center of the focus of three Gods. His eyes darted around again before returning to Darrian, who had apparently become the spokesman as it were. “Thank you for your kindness. I do not think I would be able to navigate my way through here without your aid. I am not very familiar with how to make my way through someplace such as this.”
A nudge of Silene’s nose against his hand had the dark haired man blushing and dropping his eyes to the ground. “My deepest apologies, I have been neglect in introducing myself. I am called Drystan,” he said softly, but still loud enough to hear. He saw no reason to give his True Name; there was too much power in that Name and he did not willingly give it to just anyone, God or otherwise. “My companion is called Silene.”
Darrian ****ed his head at the other, sadness in his eyes a moment. "It's not easy suddenly being somewhere you do not know, a place not of your own. With those who you do not know, especially if they can be trusted or not." Darrian spoke from experience and he smiled to Drystan after saying this Enayla's worried eyes on her sons back for a moment before Drystan introduced himself. Darrian bowed his head to Drystan, "Drystan I am Darrian Ray, God of Those Who Are Prosecuted." Sun Gam bowed his head as well deep green eyes penetrating, "I am Sun Gam Silver Arrow, God of Passion and Retribution." Going silent again after Enayla gave a soft smile as well. "Enayla Eelm, Lady of the Woods and Elven Kind. My husband usually does not come down to the World he created, so I come here to look after his children instead." Darrian was watching Silene with curiosity again, Drystan and Silene new and quite interesting to a God who had seen nearly everything and their just never seemed to be anything new.
Drystan nodded, mentally attaching each name and title to the face it belonged with. “You’re very right, Darrian. It’s very… disconcerting to find myself suddenly here.” Taking a deep breath to focus himself, he continued, “Your husband has created a place of great beauty and peace. It’s very refreshing to be in a place so clean, and yet strange to not feel the presence of any elementals.” Meeting Darrian’s eyes, Silene gave him a rather sly wink and small feline smile before sitting on her haunches, where she proceeded to fastidiously clean her face just as any cat would.
Despite the sounds of wildlife all around him, Drystan found a part of himself wanting to reach down and curl his fingers into Silene’s velvety fur to reassure himself that all of this was real, that it wasn’t some strange dream. Yes, these Gods appeared to be rather unthreatening and welcoming, but he had lived in a world filed with political intrigue and machinations to take anything at face value. Until he was sure of his purpose here, as well as the true intentions of his hosts, he would remain neutral and observe all that he saw and heard. Meeting Sun Gam’s eyes, he asked, “You said there was court being held? I do not want to be responsible for holding any of you up from prior obligations or plans.”
Enayla smiled deeply, "Thank you child, though only this isle is so peaceful. Everywhere on this world has its own beauty even among the turmoil and unrest. But here their usually is little that disrupts the peace." Darrian grinned seeing the sly wink and feline smile, she was quite interesting although Syre had always said he was still far to like an adolescent at times in his urges of finding curious interesting things. But he was one to talk, he had become bored and created a world! Who was worse? Sun Gam nodded, "There was a disturbance earlier in the castle of the Island. I remember feeling it, usually when there is they hold a session where a leader of each of the races is there and find evidence to the crime of whatever disturbance happened. If the person is found guilty of a high crime then Odin summons one of us or if it is a very high crime summons both of us. We take the person with us to extract the Gods justice upon them." Darrian nodded, "I think there will be a court session, I'm getting a few prayers and all from the same source. An Orpheus." For a moment Darrian closed his eyes trying to find who this person was he was receiving prayers from, wondering if the mortal was in trouble.
“Ah, that is not too strange from my home. I have spent far more time embroiled in court sessions than I would care to have, but I suppose that when duty calls, it must be answered,” Drystan replied with a small smile. Far far too many times he’d had to sit with the rest of the Coven and listen to the complaints and ramblings of many of the nobles when their time could have been far more productively put to use doing something else. But, as he had said, one must make sacrifices. Intrigued by the idea of learning more about how these Gods interacted with mortals of this World, he asked, “So are you able to hear the calls of any mortal or only when they call upon you specifically?”
"Specifically," Sun Gam answered and stretched a little the muscles in his shoulder and neck. "War cries usually are those I hear, or cries of vengeance and murder. I do not justify murder but neither do I condone it." A shrug from him and Enayla murmured. "I receive prayers from my Order of Druids and Druidesses among the Elves, usually they speak my name before they eat as well. Though Darrian’s, he does not hear them as often as the rest of us, but if he does. It means a mortal is in trouble, that they are being hurt, usually he does try to help them if he can but he is one God and there are many who seek his help." Darrian opened his eyes frowning, "And Orpheus requires it quite badly, but unless Marlang can gather more evidence I cannot touch this. I'm trying to stay out of mortal politics and Edwards happens to be a Lord." Though by the look in Darrian’s now hard eyes, this really didn't matter to him. "If we are to be called to court soon then you might as well go to the castle Darrian. Get Drystan used to the surroundings before court is called." Darrian nodded, "Come with me to the castle then Drystan?"
He nodded in understanding, deciding that it was a parallel with what he had learned of the gods of his home world. Listening carefully and observing the body language of Darrian, he offered, “If I can be of any assistance, please let me know. I am something of a mind mage in my home, although I am unsure of how my gifts will work here. Since Sia herself brought me, I can only guess that Her gifts are still with me.” Glancing down at Silene, he received a silent message of warm approval, confirming that he had done the right thing. Turning back to Darrian, he nodded, “Yes, I will go with you Darrian.”
Darrian shifted his shoulders and stood back a few feet moving away. It was a moments change usually but well Darrian was a God, thusly a show off, and Drystan was new. So it was longer then it had to be. The shift through his form, the slow melding of white robes into his sides forming into flanks, golden boots into golden hooves as well as his hands into the same. His face grew with his neck longer into an equine with gold eyes. A gold spiraling horn, and gold mane and tail. The Unicorn was thickly muscled, a strong powerful equine built for combat. Turning in place on his hooves he neighed gesturing to his back. Enayla's hand laid on her other sons arm. "Hold onto his mane Drystan, though do not pull to hard. It's an honor riding a Shape Shifter." The two bowed to Drystan before their forms disappeared back into the Realm of the Gods. Darrian pawed at the earth with his hoof.
Drystan felt his eyes widening and just barely kept his jaw from dropping. Only his previous experiences of having seen ‘Mander shift into an almost humanoid draconic form prepared him for the awe-inspiring sight of watching Darrian shift. His eyes darted over to Enayla before returning to Darrian’s now entirely equine form. “Um,” he said intelligently as he approached the God-now-turned-unicorn, somewhat unsure of just how he should go about the business of mounting on to the smooth back of the unicorn. While no stranger to riding, he was used to riding with the aid of a saddle with stirrups that he could use to pull himself up. There was no such thing for him to make use of, and lacking that, he quickly searched for a fallen log or boulder that he could use to pull himself up. Yet again, he mentally cursed his short stature.
Finally spying a moss-covered log, he glanced back at Darrian, before approaching it and carefully testing it to make sure it would hold his weight. “D-do you think you could come over here? This is the only way for me to get up… I’m too short otherwise,” he said, his face flushing a deep pink in embarrassment. “I don’t want to hurt you by trying to pull myself up.”
Darrian watched the other with gold eyes and their almost seemed to be a smile to the equine's face if that was possible. ~Sorry, I tend to forget how large I am in this form.~ Were the sudden words in Darrian’s voice as he trotted closer settling himself right beside the log. ~I have also never let anyone ride me like this, well except two people but their family. Please do hold onto my mane and wrap your legs around my stomach. You should be fine, I will make certain to go slow enough you are not afraid of falling off. It is just quickest this way traveling to the castle.~ Rolling his muscles as he stood still for the other. ~It also gives the people of the town a show, as I walk past like this up the road to the castle.~ Which he rather liked, having all the children point and wave.
A slight shiver ran down Drystan’s spine at the unexpected voice in his head, but he supposed it made sense. After all, it would be rather hard to form human words with what was, for all intents and purposes, a horse’s mouth. Once Darrian was close enough, he stood on tip-toe to drape one leg over the unicorn’s back, hopping just a little to get himself up completely. “I am very honoured then,” he said outloud, bowing his head slightly as he carefully grasped a handful of silky mane. “I am a fairly decent rider, so I should be fine.” A quick look to the side showed Silene standing next to them, a very obviously amused expression on her face. Yeah yeah, laugh it up Silene. You’re not the one who was constantly picked up by his brothers for years because he’s the smallest! Shaking his head, he looked down at Darrian’s neck, his legs automatically tightening around the unicorn’s sides when they started moving. “Just how far is it to the Castle? Will people be very upset to see a stranger?” he asked, every bit as curious as the Shape Shifter.
Darrian shifted his head a little when his mane was held onto making certain he had enough slack so he could turn his head quickly if he need to later. ~Very good, less pain for us both then if you already know how to ride.~ He began to move then in a walk for a few feet so both could get used to this, as he had said. Only two had ridden him and that was his daughter and his husband and that was..when he was mortal. Before he had been allowed to be the God he should have been, far far back when this world was young. Finally he moved into a brisk trot through the woods maneuvering easily around fallen logs and wayward rocks and of course, trees. ~ If we keep this pace no more than ten minutes to the town, another five through to the castle. Oh, no no not at all. T'will be strange seeing someone on my back but they will just think you honored to be allowed to be so. Odin will take you under his wing, I am certain of it. That is the way the King is, and as soon as he does no one will bother you.~ Ahead was a fallen log between two trees. ~Hold on tight!~ He took the leap over landing gracefully and easily on the other side.
Drystan nodded, belatedly realizing that Darrian wouldn’t be able to see it. “Okay. That is not too far then,” he said. After a few moments of learning to match his movements with the unicorn’s, he relaxed a little, turning his head to see Silene easily loping along with them, her movements smooth and effortless. “So Odin is a mortal king, correct?” Any further questions died in his throat as he tensed himself, his body jarring forward upon landing with a soft “oomph” before he resettled himself. Shaking his head a little, he spared a hand to reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear that had escaped the clasp holding it back at the nape of his neck. “Is there anything I should know ahead of time to avoid unintentionally causing problems?”
Waiting till after the jump and getting himself back into the brisk trot pace through the jungle. ~Odin is actually a Demi-God, he lives on Ran'Gilith to protect the Sacred Isle and the people who live here. Though he really doesn't like being called a Demi God, he does not believe he deserves such a position, if it weren't for his father becoming a God, the only mortal to ever Odin would just be a Queen's bastard. Err..I didn't say that, not many know about that please do not repeat that. I sometimes say things before thinking through them, another reason Syre says I act like an adolescent.~ Finally at the edge of the trees he slowed down the settlement ahead small but well built houses and shops all in row slowly winding up a winding pass into the mountains. There were three large mountains, a castle built into the center, and on either side extended buildings. On one side was a structure with spiraling towers and was more round with white stone. The other side was dark grey stone and resembled a Keep. ~The castle, the Mage's academy and the Knights training school.~
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Drystan absorbed the information, chuckled at Darrian’s embarrassed slip. “Don’t worry, it shall stay between us. I have no reason to repeat such things to others,” he replied. The town was not all that different than some he had visited while travelling around the empire, it seemed people were not all that different, even in a different world. “Ah, there is an academy? Is there any chance I might visit its library at some point? It would be terribly interesting to see how mages are trained here.” The laughter of children soon reached his ears, the youngsters tumbling down the street, joyously announcing their arrival. They soon found themselves in the midst of a procession of sorts, and Drystan found himself rather wishing he wasn’t right at the center of attention. Ducking his head slightly, a few strands of hair fell forward, loosened during the course of the ride to obscure part of his face. ~Are they always like this?~ He asked, switching from speaking, knowing he would have to raise his voice too high in order to be heard over the crowd.
~Thank you, though Odin does not get angry I would fear if he ever did get angry at me. He is more powerful in arms then or my brother.~ Watching the children begin to draw closer, the equine took it in stride, far too used to this and he enjoyed it in ways. This was the children’s excitement, what they could later tell their friends that day, that they got to see Darrian Ray the God that day. A memory that would stay with them forever. ~That should be no problem Odin’s son Marlang is the Arch Mage of the Isle. Each country that uses magic has an Arch Mage, and Marlang is that here. He would enjoy speaking to someone like yourself. He's as curious as I am..Oh. Though make certain if he tries to flirt with you, that you really want to or not. He likes to flirt quite a bit with men. ~ Darrian was blunt in his opinion sometimes it seemed. Through the crowds up the roads. ~Usually they are, you get used to it after a little while.~ Though the crowds thinned out when they got closer to the higher altitudes where the castle sat. Large wooden doors manned by two guards. "Milord." They both bowed and opened the door into the castle. The inside was much larger then it appeared as it was built back into the mountain. White marble through the inside inlayed into the mountain.
~Ah, I see. It must be a bit like how some of the children react to Silene when she allows them to see her, only magnified.~ Drystan’s eyes traveled from one side to the next, observing everything he could see. “I would very much like to speak with him then. But I shall take your advice to heart,” he said, relaxing a little bit, now that there they were within the walls of the much quieter castle. He had inclined his head slightly when they had passed the guards purely out of habit; it was simply the way he had always acknowledged the guards when entering or leaving the Imperial castle. The admittedly blunt warning was deeply appreciated, Drystan preferring to avoid any advances that came his way, be they from male or females. He was better about it than he had been when he was sixteen and the rest of the Coven had been formed, but he was still a little skittish if someone came on too strong. Pushing those thoughts away, he remembered that they were supposed to be coming to the aid of one man in particular. “Do you know anything of this Orpheus besides the fact that he needs your help?”
~Mm usually the presence of a God of any kind has some impact of amazement.~ The guards bowed their heads again with soft smiles. Inside he shifted his shoulder muscles beneath the other them getting a little stiff after such a run with added weight even if the other was skinny. Darrian was not accustomed to it. ~Perhaps I should turn back if we are going to go see Orpheus. My mortal form is less known then my Equine form. Orpheus is Marlang's friend, a Knight in training, the adopted son of Odin as Orpheus's mother beseeched Odin to take her son in. It is not specifically Orpheus who is in trouble but he prayed for his friend who is. There have been no witnesses to the crimes that have happened to a young Charlton a friend of theirs, and so it has not stopped. But both know..Lord Edwards, Charlton’s Knight Master is raping him.~
“Yes, I have found that to be very true. People are amazed by anything that may be tied to the Gods in any way, let alone being in the presence of one,” Drystan said with a small, dry chuckle. Feeling the muscles beneath him shifting and twitching beneath him, he nodded his agreement. “Mmm, and much easier to traverse hallways as well.” Bringing his right leg up and over Darrian’s neck, he waited for the unicorn to come to a full stop before sliding down to the ground. It was always much easier getting down than getting up. His eyes widened and his skin paled at the announcement of the situation. “Is there any chance we might be able to speak with this Charlton? If the court will accept my word, I can dreamwalk with him to find out the truth of the matter. In dreams, it is nearly impossible to hide the truth, no matter how terrified of revealing it you may be when awake.” Chewing his bottom lip, he absently reached down to scratch Silene behind her ears while he waited for Darrian to transform back into his human form.
Darrian when Drystan climbed off shook himself once and transformed fluidly and easily back to his humanoid form. "I believe so..wait.." Darrian closed his eyes a sharp flinch moving through the God as his lips pursed hard. "Orpheus is with him, it seems Charlton has suffered again. Though Orpheus will need to go find Marlang very soon.. Come, I know where the room is, I can see it in my mind from the prayer." Eyes opening he put out his hand so Drystan could take it if he wished. "It will be easier leading you there, this place is rather large and easy to get lost in."
Darrian took in a deep breath before opening the door and looking inside the Squire's room. Charlton laid on his bed a sheet to cover his lower half, blood was pooled a little on the sheets and his ribs were deeply bruised, a black eye finished the picture of the 14 year old squire who was trying to breath but having difficulties. Darrian stepped into the room, "What happened?" he asked knowing though really what had. Orpheus another human male was sitting with the boy a hand on his shoulder though he could do nothing having no magic.
"His lord raped him," Orpheus growled out, standing upon seeing them enter and he bowed, "I have to find Marlang." Before leaving past them both to find Marlang, he knew his Knight Master's son well and if he could find him then Charlton would be fine. His posture was stiff and his eyes burned, Orpheus was deeply angry. Charlton laid back on the ground coughing gently, "My ribs, I can't breathe," he hurt worse elsewhere but he would not ask for help there. Hopefully Marlang or Odin could be found, "I-I didn't mean to-to embarrass him, I tripped," the lad began to cry, "I tho-thought he would just beat me.."
Drystan released the hand that he had held as they had quickly made their way through the twisting hallways upon entering the room. He quickly moved aside to allow the other man, Orpheus to leave the room before making his way quietly to the bedside of the injured boy. He briefly wished that either Dylan or Firn were there, knowing that they would have been able to help the poor boy. A pale hand, the hand of a life-long scholar reached out to gently brush Charlton’s cheek. “My name is Drystan, Charlton. I think I might be able to help you,” he glanced up at Darrian briefly before continuing. “Would being able to sleep make you feel a little better?” He didn’t often exercise the ability to send someone immediately into a deep sleep, but when the need arose, he would do so. Lacking the expertise or means of actually healing Charlton’s injuries, he could at least allow him to escape them until they had been tended to. But unless there was no other choice, he would not force this option upon anyone.
Charlton looked to Drystan with scared eyes looking to Darrian who gave a soft smile, "Marlang is coming, allow the Arch Mage to heal him then I think Charlton it would be a good idea to sleep." Drystan nodded finally wiping away his tears not wanting the Arch Mage to see him cry. The male that entered the room, had long white hair past his elbows, was very slender, and had very angular pale features, light purple eyes shinned brightly as he entered the room. A flying serpent behind him with shinning gold/silver scales and gold eyes.
With hissing sputter of, “That rat bastard! Orpheus get my father out of his meeting, find Lord Edwards and bring them here I want this Lord dealt with!" Marlang entered the room and beyond angry his lavender eyes going orange his hands for a moment wrapped with flame. His mother had been a fire sorceress a blessed of the Fire God Sario. He kneeled beside the bed Charlton laid on.
Marlang rubbed the boy’s cheek, "He was punishing you for splashing the wine on him last night?" Marlang asked and the boy nodded. Marlang growled again orange flickers to his orbs, "How could anyone rape a child," he growled again laying hands on his chest to begin to heal.
Looking to Drystan then Darrian, "Could one or either of you watch me while I Heal him, I am..emotionally unstable at the moment and I could use my powers till I drain myself and fall unconscious without knowing it. If my skin begins to ashen shake me."
Drystan nodded, moving to stand near the foot of the bed, Silene by his side. The man who entered the room was without a doubt incredibly beautiful, and his fiery disposition reminded the mind mage of his sister ‘Mander when she was pushed too far. Briefly glancing at Darrian, he nodded, “Do what you must, we can keep watch.” Having spent years working with and training with Dylan to help the healer learn to control his power gift, he was well accustomed to making others did not over extend themselves. This didn’t always prevent him from doing so himself, but he certainly knew the signs to watch for. “No one should be so harshly treated for such a small fumbling,” he murmured, grey eyes flickering with the anger he felt on behalf of the injured boy.
Marlang sighed and let his feelings out allowing himself to concentrate on healing the boy in front of him. If he let his emotions take control he would do more damage than good here. His mother temper had been legendary as was her abilities with fire...and her abilities to manipulate. Marlang grimaced as he felt the pain in the others areas, Charlton’s legs, his back, his rectum, "Praise be the god of light," he whispered as he tried to erase the pain. Marlang was a mage with no actual expertise, no specialization. Each school came easy to him but he could not do greatly powerful feats in them like those who specialized in them. So his healing was good but it would only do so much. Starting to feel then a slight dizziness as his skin began to pale even more, he moaned knowing he had almost gone too far but wishing to just rid the child of just a little more or he would still be unable to stand straight or sit for weeks. Marlang pressed on even though he knew he should not...
Seeing Marlang grey and sway slightly where he kneeled, Drystan moved forward to rest a hand on the exhausted mage’s shoulder. “Easy,” he murmured, already opening a channel to send much needed energy into the depleted healer. “I will help you.” That said, he let his eyes slide shut as he dropped into a very light trance. This wasn’t the first time he had helped with a major healing, his gifts being similar enough to allow him to support those who could truly heal. He could heal minds, but not bodies. Silene gently brushing his mind told him he could withdraw, eyes opening and looking down to see an almost fully healed Charlton. He gaze slid over to the man he had just helped, wondering what the other’s reaction would be. “If you will allow me, I can ensure that he will sleep peacefully while I ascertain the truth of what happened,” he said quietly, expression open and honest with the desire to help.
Marlang heard the words but was deep in his own state of concentration unable to withdraw, it was a weak point of such deep endeavors. Leaving the one involved in a state of vulnerability as he or she could not draw back. Yes Marlang was an Arch Mage, far more powerful in all fields then a mage could ever be, but he himself knew he was one of the weaker in the world in the regards of his abilities. There were those out their far more powerful then himself who could pull back in a moment’s notice. The power given aided greatly and he pulled away finally to find Charlton breathing regularly again and tired against his pillow. Taking a moment to draw in a breath Marlang nodded to Drystan who he did not know but with the aid now trusted. "If you are able to do so then by all means please do." Looking to Darrian asking nonverbally what was going on Darrian smiled softly. "Later after we know the truth."
Accepting the permission for what it was, Drystan moved to carefully sit on the side of the bed, lifting and holding one of Charlton’s hands in one of his own. The other reached out as he bent over to lightly touch the boy’s temple. “Charlton, I need you to look at me, okay? Your head is going to feel a little fun at first and then you’ll be really sleepy. Don’t fight it, I’ll be here to make sure you don’t have any bad dreams,” he said softly, already extending his gift and carefully drawing the boy’s consciousness down into slumber. Considering how exhausted the boy was already, it took less than a minute to send him into a deep, restful sleep. “Silene?” the mind mage called softly. Silene quickly joined him, curling up around Charlton’s feet, guarding his dreams with just her presence alone. Settling himself more comfortably, Drystan brought both of the boy’s hands to rest in his own before he began the process of entering Charlton’s sleeping mind. Walking the pathways, he saw recollections of many past injuries; this was not the first time the boy had been abused, but was by far one of the worst. Each new memory that he found left Drystan wanting to hunt down this ‘Lord Edwards’ himself in order to mete out the pitiful excuse for a man’s rightful punishment.
It had been happening for over a year now, though it had never been this bad, at first Charlton thought he deserved it for the mistakes he was making in his training, the beatings. That is. But they got worse and for tiny things, stupid things that he began to hate himself for. Steadily worse until this last incident last night when he had spilt wine on his Lords trousers at the dinner last night as he had had to serve tables, and was so very nervous. It had enflamed the Lord the snickers from down the table and that night he had turned his hate and anger on his squire. - Marlang still on his knees had Darrian explain to him who Drystan was, as much as Darrian could. Marlang was as shocked as Darrian was but hid it better and stayed silent after Orpheus returning to say that Odin had called court, that the Races leaders would assemble that night to prosecute Lord Edwards if there was enough evidence to. Marlang mumbled a quick, "There will be."
Releasing a deep breath, Drystan straightened and opened his eyes. What he had seen was horrible, leaving him angered on poor Charlton’s behalf. Rolling his shoulders, he turned to face the other men in the room. “Well, all I have to say is that this Lord Edwards had best be ready to face his punishment,” he said quietly in a steely tone. “If your court will accept my word on what I have seen within young Charlton’s mind, I will gladly testify on his behalf.” Looking back down at the sleeping youth, he reached out to gently brush an errant strand of hair back from his forehead. “No one should have to suffer like that, and to be so harshly abused by the one who is supposed to be training and teaching you is an even more terrible offense,” Drystan looked back up at first Marlang and then at Darrian, expression saddened on behalf of a boy who was all but a stranger to the mind mage.
Marlang nodded gravely as well, "Thank you very much Drystan. I will speak on your behalf and so shall Darrian, the court will trust Darrian’s word on you and so your testament well be taken and believed. It is time Charlton was freed from this, I had never had enough physical proof until this time, and enough witnesses to his injuries." The door opened again and in stepped a man that was in all larger than life. He bowed his head to enter the room as he was nearly 6'6 in height. White hair past his feet trailing behind, he wore a white ruffled shirt that did up with strings at the neck. Black tights curved around the muscles of his thighs as he was well built through his torso and legs. Two, two handed Katanas strapped cross hilt on his back. His eyes were a mid purple and his features angular and elven, the resemblance there between father and son. "Edwards did this again?" Odin asked and looked to the sleeping boy sadly his purples turning nearly white in his sadness. His large angel wings furled close into his back.
“You are quite welcome. As I said, no one should be mistreated the way this boy has been.” Drystan glance up, and up some more when the imposing figure entered. The man’s impressive stature reminded him of his older brother Ujaruk, and it was this alone that kept him from being completely and utterly shocked. The wings were a bit of a surprise as well, but having just been gifted the honour of riding the back of a God-turned-unicorn, he supposed this was far less strange. What bizarre circumstances I find myself in. Perhaps it was for this poor child that I was brought here. Meeting the man’s eyes, he nodded, quietly murmuring, “Yes, and it is time the so-called man was brought to justice for his crimes against this child.” Deftly resecuring his hair in the clip that held it neatly at the back of his neck, he glanced at each of the men in the room. “Will he need to be awake for the court? It would be best of his mind if he were allowed to sleep for a few hours at the very least.”
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"Ahh yes, allow the boy to sleep a little longer the court members will be arriving in the next two hours so he should get a little more before we must deal with this fully." Odin though he did not know Drystan looked to Darrian who mouthed two words and Odin's eyebrow moved up. "I see." Hearing Drystan was from another world he looked to his son who still appeared somewhat drained. Though it was in another tongue the words came out as they would in any other, a reprimand for over doing it.
"Papa!" he growled redness in his cheeks as he starred at the floor, "Bask est outa flar!" (Another's in the room!) Odin sighed, "Forgive me Marlang your dismissed, I best get back to my meeting." Standing the King enveloped himself in his wings disappearing. Marlang sighed and still red muttered, “Wonderful now he's angry at me more than before." The flying serpent moved closer wrapping around Marlang's shoulders like a scarf nuzzling into his Masters neck. "Masssster.'
Drystan bowed his head, “That is good. It will be hard enough for him, I think.” An eyebrow rose slightly at the change of language, and although he didn’t know the words, the meaning was clear enough. He silently watched the exchange, deeming it best to stay as much in the background; he was already somewhat tired from both aiding Marlang’s Healing of Charlton as well as making sure the boy was kept in a peaceful, nightmare-free sleep that would further the healing process. “You are in trouble for helping another?” His tone was a little unsure, the dark-haired man not entirely certain what he should say or do, now that the king had left and they had little else to do besides wait and watch over Charlton. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he studied the serpent, quite fascinated; it was quite different from the fire salamanders he was used to seeing around ‘Mander.
"No no, it's the fact that I over extended myself. I could easily fall unconscious and die if I over use my powers, I am powerful but not all powerful like some Arch Mages. I can tap out my powers and fall into a coma if I am not careful." So really Marlang knew he deserved his fathers reprimand but he just hated that it had to happen in front of someone else, especially someone the Arch Mage found interesting and attractive. Darrian was silent as they spoke his eyes closed, it seemed he was doing something else at that moment even though his body was there with them. "You should probably rest a little before the court assembles, thank you for allowing me to use your power and for finding the truth inside Drystan's mind. We have the proof we need now."
“Ah, that is indeed dangerous then,” Drystan nodded his understanding. “I helped train a friend who is a very strong healer, so I have had quite a bit of experience helping him and making sure he didn’t overextend himself in his zeal to help others.” A glance at Darrian confirmed that he was still otherwise occupied, so Drystan turned his attention back to Marlang. “Is there somewhere nearby we might retire until then? Silene, my companion can remain with Charlton. She will guard his dreams while we are not here with him,” he asked as he stood, absentmindedly smooth the folds of his heavy silk damask tunic, the long front and back pieces falling to cover his waist and upper thighs, matching trousers tucked into the top of his boots. In the back of his mind, he was glad he had chosen to wear his heavier boots instead of the light slipper-light shoes he often favoured when staying indoors.
"Yes of course, there are guest rooms nearby I can show you to one that won’t be too difficult to navigate back from to the main area you entered the castle from." Marlang stood and bent down brushing Charlton's head with his lips moving back after doing so. The young squire meant a lot it seemed to the Arch Mage. He laid a hand gently on Darrian’s shoulder whose eyes opened blinking once then twice. "Ah my apologizes, my brother and I were conversing. You’re off to rest then? I will see you at the court I am certain." Looking to the boy who slept on the bed, "Yes I am certain. I will return to the Realm of the Gods until the court assembles. Marlang can show you around Drystan. Excuse me please." Darrian disappeared then into a soft golden glow. Marlang opened the door into the hallway beckoning for the other to join him and Marlang would then lead the way to a guest room where Drystan could rest.
“That would be most appreciated. You should rest as well,” Drystan replied. He blinked at the sudden disappearance before giving a quick shake of his head, muttering under his breath about ‘show-off gods.’ ~Silene, please watch Charlton. Let me know he if he has need of me while I am gone.~ Lifting her head off from where it had been resting on her paws, amber eyes glowed warmly. ~I will. Go get some rest and something to eat. And see if you can get Marlang to do the same; he’s on his last leg.~ Her voice was rich with affection and good humour, reassuring Drystan enough for him to nod and follow behind the Arch Mage. “Alright, let’s go then,” he said, chancing another glance up at the taller man. He knew the other was studying him and it was a rather awkward and disconcerting gaze that he felt.
Marlang was interested in Drystan to be certain but he would not make such known yet, Drystan was here with Darrian after all and if there was one thing Marlang had respect for it was the Gods..and.."You..went into..his dreams." Marlang murmured as they walked the hall to the guest room eyes looking to Drystan as he spoke that. Those words coming out far less confidently then many of his past. As if he was truly asking if Drystan could really do such a thing. It was not fear, no a bit of awe and also a dose of recognition. Opening a door to a guest room close to the main area of the castle he looked inside and seeing it not taken he swung the door open a bit more. "Hopefully this will do, I will come grab you when they have assembled completely as their will be quite a few who will wish to attest this time myself included." Trying to shake off his earlier near nervousness at what he had witnessed.
“Mmm, yes,” he nodded, keeping pace. “As a mind mage and chosen of Sia, I have the ability to enter another’s dreams. I can view what their conscious mind would hide, as well as altering those very dreams if I so choose. I am also a mind healer, so I know very well how to go into the dreams of one who has been hurt to help them,” Drystan explained. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen such a reaction to his powers; actually, the awe was preferred to the more common fear people felt upon learning he could actually control their dreams. “This will be fine; I do not need much.” Entering the room, he paused at the doorway to give Marlang a considering look. “You should rest and eat as well. You will do Charlton no good if you collapse, nor will you aid the trial if you pass out for want of proper care,” Drystan said sternly, grey eyes unwavering and firm.
"What you do is called Dreamwalking here, I do not know if it is so in your world. Though the Dreamwalkers of this world can create from dreams." Marlang looked past Drystan to the window in the room they stood in the doorway of. "I was created from a dream." He turns his back to Drystan looking back over shoulder. "I will go eat, I cannot rest quite yet but I will after the trial. Thank you Drystan again." He walked away then down the hall toward his own chambers. His voice had a side of somberness to it when he had spoken of being made from a Dream, but there was also slight awe again that Drystan shared any of the abilities with the race that had made him. Had given him a chance of really existing in the world of reality. He owed the Dream walkers of this world much for this.
“We also call it Dreamwalking where I am from. But… to create reality from dreams? That is a very great power indeed. I can make a dream, an illusion feel real, but it never really is real. It always remains a thing of shadows and imagination,” Drystan replied with a small smile. His eyes widened at the realization that the man standing in front of him, whom he had joined powers with to help heal a badly injured boy had been created from the fabric of dreams. How does one respond to something like this? “I… that is amazing, I must say,” he finally settled on. Although his mind was swirling with half-formed questions, he was unsure of how the Arch Mage would react to such inquiries. “You are most welcome, Marlang. There is no way I could have left the boy to suffer; I have seen enough pain, both physical and otherwise that I will do anything within my powers to alleviate or prevent more of it.” A small nod of his head before the other disappeared down the hallway, leaving Drystan alone in the room, the door closing with a soft ‘click.’
He sighed deeply before sitting on the edge of the bed, bending to carefully pull off his boots. While he didn’t exactly expect to sleep, his mind was too full of whirling thoughts, questions and new experiences to truly rest, the mind mage knew that at least meditating would be beneficial. Reaching behind his head, he undid the clasp that had kept his hair restrained, the long blue-black strands falling loose about his shoulders. Scooting back on the bed until his back was braced against the wall, Drystan crossed his legs and settled himself comfortably before closing his eyes. Yes, a little bit of meditation will be good. Perhaps I will find some answers. To all outward appearances and to the casual observer, he appeared to have fallen asleep while sitting up, dark hair a curtain around his face and his head slightly bowed, body relaxed.
Orpheus was pacing waiting and finally hearing the Bells toll he moved to gently knock on Drystan’s door. Orpheus was in much better clothing then his training uniform from earlier. His black hair was up atop his head in a bun, his skin was darker, tanned naturally, with brown eyes that naturally angled in a slant, and he was also a good height. His arms were powerful in muscle and so were his tight clad legs, he was training in the old ways, the lost ways of the Samurai. The Katana sheathed at his belt was show of this, one of three in the world. If it broke no blacksmith could repair it to top form as the art was lost on how to form the metal in the exact way needed.
These court meetings always made Orpheus uncomfortable, how many times had he tried to stand up for Charlton before the council only for them to rebuke them because Edwards was a lord and Charlton only a Squire. Not enough evidence, well there was now and maybe, just maybe this mage would tell them what he saw. Then Charlton would be free...
The knocking on the chamber door filtered through to Drystan, drawing him up out of the deep meditative trance he had been in. “Come in,” he called out, just loudly enough to be heard through the thick wood. Rolling his head from one side to the other to loosen tense muscles, a satisfying ‘pop’ echoed slightly in the otherwise silent room. His eyes blinked open just as Orpheus entered, his agitated state obvious to the sensitive mind mage. “It is time, I take it,” Drystan said quietly, unfolding his legs before gracefully reaching for his boots to pull them back on. Standing, he finger-combed his hair and resecured it at the nape of his neck. “Let us go then. It is time justice was brought to those who need and deserve it.”
Orpheus nodded silently his mind into much turmoil to speak aloud and he beckoned with deeply callused and scarred hand to follow him. Finally in the hall, "Odin is finishing with his own account of the last few months, Marlang went before him. You shall be next, then I. After both of us, there will be a 30 minute interval where the council shall discuss the evidence and come up with their verdict. Though it may take longer, the verdict has to be completely agreed upon by each council member before a decision is allowed to be spoken to all." Reciting what he knew was common here on how the Council worked seemed to calm Orpheus a little. He wanted this done and over with, and that bastard exiled so much. More than he could possibly ever say.
Arriving at the council room the chamber was opened by the Captain of the Guard, a human male who nodded his head to both.
"Blessed Odin has just finished his statement, it is your turn." Gesturing to Drystan.
The council all sat at a crescent table, a human male, half elven female, a wild elven male shaman, who was nude much like Sun Gam had been, he had the same style of tattooing only different symbols. A wood elven male in leathers of greens and browns, a shapeshifter male like Darrian. This one was silver where Darrian had been all gold, eyes, hair, nails all silver in white robes. A female centaur who was bare-chested with flowing hair covering herself, and Odin. Odin sat between them all, in a position that spoke of what he was. A protector and negotiator. On an Isle where so many races lived together he was the neutrality needed to see the peace.
The shapeshifter who was leader of the council, as Odin was King so he allowed different leadership, looked to Drystan. "We have been told you have powers much like the Dreamwalkers, an ability to see within dreams and read the truths behind lies. See what one truly feels even when they wish to hide it. Tell us Dreamwalker child, what did you see within the human Charlton's mind?"
Drystan nodded his understanding as he walked beside Orpheus, his words ready in his mind. Moving to stand before the council, he bowed deeply to all of the members before he began to speak. “My lords and ladies,” he said, unconsciously assuming an oratorical position, hands clasps loosely before him. “My powers are as you have been told, allowing me to enter the sleeping mind of the child called Charlton’s mind. What I saw were things no child should ever have to suffer, especially at the hands of the one he trusts as mentor and protector.” As he described all that he had seen, he met the gazes of each member, grey eyes grave with the solemnity of what he was saying. He was no stranger to speaking before those of high office; after all he was advisor to the rétta of his empire, as well as trusted friend and confidant. The words flowed smoothly and succinctly, the dark haired scholar bringing his testimony to a close by thanking the council for listening to what he had to say. Giving another short bow as he was dismissed, he moved to stand off to the side while Orpheus moved to begin giving his own testimony. Drystan could only hope that his words would help sway the council to bring Lord Edwards to justice.
Orpheus moved before the council and his arms crossed before him gave the bow he had been taught to give before one on one combat, speaking to his Mentor or to people he respected. Rising he licked over his lips before beginning, there was no way he could keep the passion from his voice, the emotion of his affection for the boy Charlton but he managed to keep all of his anger bottled inside at Edwards and gave a passionate but accurate speech on the degrading of Edwards treatment to Charlton in public and how Charlton became reserved in private. Finally he bowed once more to each member of the council respectively and the Council took their time to deliberate upon this. And if they did decide he was guilty what was the justifiable punishment for the crime?
It was only twenty minutes later, a record time that the Guard opened the door again as Marlang, Orpheus and Drystan were told to wait outside the door. Behind the crescent table the council all were standing, except Odin who stood beside the table his arms gently around Charlton’s waist. It was just an easy embrace of comfort, and support, the teen could free himself from in moments. But it was Edwards in chains against the west wall that drew your attention, as well as the power. The Gods when they were in their mortal forms conversing as they were had toned down the raw power that they had. But this time this was not so. Darrian was in the room facing Edwards in his Unicorn form. His head was held high eyes on the ones entering the room for a moment before looking to Edwards. A voice rang through the room strong, powerful, yet gentle and loving, the one thing lacking that Drystan knew from before being that nearly carefree attitude.
~The Council of the Gods has found you guilty of betrayal of the old laws, hence forth you are Exiled from the Lands of the Living Gods. All lands that embrace my mother and step father as their gods you will no longer be welcomed in. Let it be known!~ These last words were repeated by each in the room.
Another figure appeared beside the Unicorn a hand resting on the white snowy back, "Let me my brother, my lover. He will come to know the pain he has caused to this young one." Sun Gam, Darrian’s brother. ~Sun Gam you may do as you wish with him but he must live after the punishment, Syre wants him to live in Exile.~ A strange nearly sadistic grin came to the elf's features, a look that sent shivers down the spines of nearly everyone in the room. Odin the only who did not did not shiver, his lavenders were very soft, sad. "I will show him why I am called the God of Rageful Love." He stepped to the trembling and sobbing Lord Edwards and the chains came undone letting the figure crumple to the floor. Sun Gam picked up the mortal as if he was a rag doll starring into his eyes, "Pitiful," he whispered and disappeared, the mortal in tow. Darrian sighed and turned sadness great in golden eyes of the Unicorn, "So it be." This was last repeated. The Unicorn bowed to all those in the room one unicorn leg out before him back bowed as well before disappearing. The council was over.
Giving Charlton one last nudge with her nose, Silene made her way silently over to Drystan’s side as the verdict was delivered. Justice, it seemed, was to be at last given to both Charlton as well as his tormentor, the Lord Edwards. He gave one short nod of his head as he met Darrian’s gaze, communicating his understanding and gratitude to the Unicorn. Turning to those he stood beside, he asked quietly, “What will happen to Charlton now? Will he simply be assigned to another lord?” There was little else he could say, foreign to the ways of this government.
Odin gently lets the teen go as Drystan asks and his eyes lay on Orpheus. "Apprentice, you have studied with me sense you were five. Though the style of our combat is different, you can still teach Charlton the basics of the sword and how to combat. I will find him another Knight but for now, he shall still need someone to train him." Orpheus's eyes opened wide, "Master Odin! But...does this mean, how can I be an apprentice and have my own?" Odin chuckled softly, "You cannot. I will tomorrow run you through the last lesson I have to teach you and you shall be the second Samurai Master in this world." Orpheus deeply bowed, "Thank you Master. I would be honored to train Charlton." He looked up to Charlton and grinned who smiled happily at this. Odin looked to Drystan giving a small smile, "Answer your question did I?"
A smile was tugging at the corners of Drystan’s lips mid-way through the exchange, only to blossom into something that showed how fully content he was with the outcome. Meeting Odin’s gaze, he nodded, “Very much so. I think they will learn much from each other.” Looking over to where Orpheus and Charlton were happily celebrating Odin’s decision, he allowed his smile to reach his eyes. “I am glad to see he can still smile, especially so quickly. It shows very high probability of him recovering as much as is possible.”
A quickly glancing study of Marlang showed that the Arch Mage, while content with the outcome still was not operating at full capacity. Drystan walked to stand close to him, softly murmuring, “It seems that this proceeded as we all had hoped.” His gaze wandered over the various inhabitants of the room, observing their reactions. “However, I must say that I find myself intrigued by what you said about the Dreamwalkers of this world. I have never encountered such a power or even the mentioning in all my extensive reading.”
Odin bowed his head in respectful thanks at the Drystan’s words, "As do I." He murmured and he turned to speak to a few of the council members before they began to leave. Such a meeting and verdict was not easy on any of them knowing they had condemned a man to possible rape/abuse and then exile. Even if the man was guilty no such decision could rest easy upon those who made it. Orpheus had hugged Charlton close who had let him trusting his friends who had been there for him through it all and laughing as Orpheus made plans that sounded crazy, but that was normal. Marlang blinked once as he was still quite exhausted and would be until he slept. Looking to Drystan who was now so close. "I can try to give you information, they are different here, as I explained. Dream Walkers, their powers far more extending, they also are their own race of beings Dream Walkers on our world. I can show you the notes I have upon them, private notes, I won’t publish the information as I have been asked not to but you share their abilities to a degree. I do not think showing you, would be wrong."
“That would be wonderful,” Drystan replied with a careful smile, still mindful of Darrian’s words of warning. “It seems power is very different here, especially among those who have similar powers to my own.” His expression was thoughtful, a part of him silently examining Marlang still unsure of the man in many ways. “I give you my word that I will not recount what I learn to any others; there is no reason for me to do so.” Acting on pure impulse, something he rarely did, he reached out lightly clasp the Arch Mage’s forearm, locking gazes with him. “But you need to rest before doing anything else. I am sure I can ask someone to direct me to a library where I can read for a few hours. Collapsing will do no one any good, especially those you lead and guide.”
Marlang nodded, "Power is a strange thing and always different, the magic even between countries is very different. One country is capable of many things with their mages where another cannot even comprehend the possibilities of such and thank you. I hold deep respect and worship of the Dream walkers, if not for them I would not exist. It is because of their compassion of my father’s loneliness I exist." The impulsive action was highly unexpected and surprise? Entered his eyes, at what..the others concern? "I..shall." Marlang murmured though at the door was an older human male in blue robes. "Marlang you’re needed in the academy, one of the half breeds you have been teaching has lost control of his powers again." Marlang stiffened at the man’s use of the word half breed and orange sparks entered his lavender eyes. "I will be their shortly, if any of you lay a hand on my apprentice before I arrive there shall be dire consequences." Marlang sighed as the man left and he shook his head to get back focus. "I have to go check up on Mai, he is half elven, half human and no human or elf would teach him how to control his powers because of it. But his powers if not controlled well take over his mind, will cause his mind to fracture and break and he shall go insane."
“Mmm, I have also observed that between those who follow different gods,” Drystan nodded. He had always found it incredibly fascinating, the study of how one’s powers were affected by heritage, culture and beliefs. “That was very kind of them then, to bring you to him. To be lonely is not a conducive way to live, especially as the leader of an entire country.” He squeezed the other man’s arm once more before releasing it just before the older man interrupted them. Grey eyes narrowed as the man spoke, his tone obviously derisive when describing the student in need of Marlang’s aid. Two of Drystan’s siblings could almost be considered half-breeds, as ‘Mander’s father was a desert dragon god and Iska’s grandfather was a lightning elemental. Once the man had left, he looked back up at his companion, face calm despite his inner feelings. “His heritage should make no difference in how he is treated or taught. If he has gifts, he should receive the same training as any other student,” his voice, while still low was strong with conviction. “If he is in that much danger of losing control, perhaps I can be of help? I have aided in the training of many of my fellow Coven members when they first joined us. Basic shielding and control is not very different, no matter what one’s powers are.”
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"No, no it's not. And I'm afraid there is only so much a child can do for their parent’s loneliness." Odin was still lonely. "No it should not, I am many different races and the child of a Demi God; I was treated with disdain when my father was not in the room. A possible reason why I am not as powerful as I could be, I missed out on crucial years of learning in my youth." Eyes on Drystan again sparks of orange being forced away. "I do not know how to lock aspects of a student’s powers, it is a very dangerous procedure used when the young one in question is born with a power level they cannot control and that could consume them. We section and lock part of their powers so they learn slowly at a manageable amount at a time how to control their gift. Unfortunately it is a practise not wisely used by mages. I have asked Odin to call in a Warlock to do it. Here, a warlock is one who specializes in darker magic, magic of destruction, curses and magic that can manipulate and control." Bad reputations for their arts. "He should be arriving tonight to do so, but until then I do not know what can be done for my apprentice."
Drystan gave Marlang a sympathetic expression; he really did understand where the other was coming from, having grown up and lived with his fellow Coven members for most of his life. He had seen how it had caused them to stand separate from others, even among their own people before they joined the Coven. “It could very well be that very neglect of proper teaching that had adversely affected your growth as a mage. If one is not taught, there is no way to learn and grow into one’s powers. And sometimes, a child comes into powers too early and too strongly for anyone that young to understand and control.” He gave another quick nod of his head, as if to confirm his own thoughts. “It sounds as if this Mai of yours may have need of an outsider’s perspective. If you do not mind, I believe I shall accompany you.”
A slight tilting of his head indicated Drystan’s curiosity yet again rearing its head. “I have read of warlocks, but have never met one before. In my world, it has always been those who are strongly gifted with either Healing or Mind magic, usually both who block powers that have gone, or could go out of control. If nothing else, I may be able to help contain your apprentice until this warlock has arrived to do what he must.”
"It is what I believe but I will never bring it up, my father needs nothing else to feel guilty over in his past, for he would believe he did not look out for me well enough." A small smile, "And I do not wish that upon him." The affection for his father was tell-tale even though earlier he had been aggravated at him, he was the man’s son, he could be both easily. "No, thank you, I could use it. I'm not as you know at my best at the moment and I would be unable to contain his powers.." he flinched as he said that. Damn it. Doing that was highly dangerous and something that was blatantly disallowed because of the mortality rate involved. Taking the brunt of another’s powers into yourself if another could not control them, it was dangerous and could be fatal for the one doing it if the one taking them in was at the moment, any moment while doing so, unable to contain them. Even as an Arch Mage if the other mages knew he was doing such a thing... there would be hell to pay.
“No one would wish that upon a parent, no matter what temporary differences may exist between them,” Drystan returned the small smile. “It is the least I can do in return for the kindness and welcome I have been shown already, even though I am not of this world,” he replied simply. It was the truth; he was immeasurably grateful, even though he still was off-balanced simply by being in a world not his own. “I do not wish to see you cause yourself great harm when it is unnecessary. Between myself and Silene, I am certain we can control your student if the need arises.” It wasn’t pride or arrogance that gave Drystan such confidence to say what he did; rather it was the knowledge of his own abilities and limits that leant him the quiet strength he carried himself with. Normally quiet, the scholarly mind mage had faith in his own powers, even if he didn’t when it came to other aspects of himself. “Come, lead me to Mai that I may speak with him and determine if there is aught I can do to help him.”
"I have hoped he could find love, but that seems impossible. Why I do not know, he had my mother only a week before she was murdered, and the man he loved before her... manipulated him. He has lived over ten thousand years and he has always been alone." Marlang could not imagine that. That loneliness. Thankful the other made not a lot of fuss out of what he had let slip he nodded and gestured for Drystan to follow him. "He is a fire Sorcerer, understand, fire sorcerers are usually descendents direct of Sario, God of Fire. My mother's family was direct from Sario. I am not as powerful as she because of the mix of blood between she and my father, but Mai is half elven and-," in the hall he looked about a moment. "Quarter human, quarter god, I'm certain of this, he gives me the same feel of my mother, but he is even more powerful. I am descendent of fire but I do not have the same power in it. Mai is one with it, when he is enraged his skin literally becomes coated with flame. If he is unable to control his powers at the moment he will look like some fire is crawling over his skin. I will have to calm him first, I am able to withstand his powers as I share the blood line though it is diluted in me. Once he is no longer burning I will allow you to speak with him."
“That is a long time to live without love, even that of a child or of friends and siblings. Though I have not spoken much with your father, I would never wish such for a man who cares as deeply as he obviously does.” Once again walking beside Marlang as they had only a couple hours previous, he made a soft sound of understanding. “Ah, then I believe I shall be able to work with him. One of my sisters, ‘Mander is the daughter of a mortal woman and a lesser desert god. When she is upset, she often takes on an appearance not until her sometimes-draconic father, complete with scales and flames. She too, is a fire wielder, and I have spent many years helping her learn to control and use her powers safely.” He carefully considered the rest of the Arch Mage’s explanation. “I shall wait for your okay then, as I would much rather not further upset the youth. Fire is a tricky element to work with.”
A silent nod, that he thought the same for his father. it was unfair to a man who served so many..."He serves the Gods in everything, does anything they ask and yet he has never been given anything, I do not mean to sound like I am reproaching them but... ten thousand years of him serving them and yet he is still alone and suffering?" Marlang shook his head. He was not meant to understand the Gods plans and so he would leave it be. "Fire is very difficult to control, it breeds from your passion and your anger." As he knew too well. Finally approaching the silver rune encrusted doors of the Academy he lifted his hand and a silver run on the back of his hand flashed the doors opened. "For their safety and that of others, mages are kept to the academy, they can leave to visit family and such through teleportation circles within but there is not much mingling between the nobles, squires and apprentices." The air seemed to crackle with power of different mages, so many young mages who were learning to control this output of energies. He looked back, "You are very sensitive to the mind, I do hope this does not harm you, I know nearly nothing of powers of the mind."
“You are right that it seems terribly unfair. But… I don’t think it is the right for mortals to understand the ways of the gods. We can only hope for the best, in the very end,” Drystan replied softly. Mentally steadying himself, he reinforced his mental shields as strongly as he was capable. Feeling only the very subtle hum of many gifted minds as he passed through the doors. “I suppose that makes sense; it would not be fair to unleash partially trained mages on those who are not capable of dealing with or containing them. And I shall be fine; my shields are very strong and I am nowhere near as magically exhausted as you are. I also have Silene to support me if I need her,” he smiled down at the dark grey Shadow Cat pacing silently by his side. She looked up at him and then at Marlang, nodding her agreement with the mind mage’s statement. At the moment, there was no need to worry for Drystan’s ability to protect himself and do whatever was necessary.
"No I know we are not to understand, but it's mortal to wish to." He gave a small smile to Drystan and looked back passing a few formal classrooms, and a more open area where offensive and defensive magic was being practised. A lightning bolt hitting the shield of a mage and the shield shattering sending the other, a female, back and onto her knees as they passed. "As long as you can keep yourself protected and comfortable." A bow of his head to Drystan in respect. A girl was running towards them, hiking up her robes bottom as she was only about 10 years old. "Master Marlang! Master Marlang!" She managed to get to their side without tripping, her skin was very pale, and was tinted a pale blue color, her eyes vibrant purple and hair black. Large elven ears, far larger than the wood elves or wild elves ears tall through her thick hair. "They kept trying to cast water spells at Mai! It was burning him Master Marlang! I helped him back to his room. He only burned me a little bit see." Showing her hand and arm which had burned red markings up it. "Kalie." Marlang shook his head and knelt before her taking her hand in his, "You need a healer to see to this. I can't heal you right now, I used my powers on another boy who was hurting, go ask Master Kelsey for help."
She pouted a little, "But Master Marlang..."
He shook his head, "I can't right now Kalie, I would if I could. Go on."
She nodded and worriedly looked between the two of them, "Remember though Master! You have to teach me how to make a flower grow really fast tonight!"
Marlang smiled after her. "I promised. I remember." He shook his head, three apprentices was beginning to wear on him. Two were seen so far.
Drystan nodded in agreement; it had always been so in his world. When the young girl came running up, he eventually had to lift a hand to conceal the small, bemused smile that he couldn’t quite keep from spreading. Once the girl, Kalie, had run off to have her burns properly seen to, Drystan quirked an eyebrow at Marlang as the Arch Mage stood back up. “Where will you find the energy to train her as well? Marlang, is there no one else who can help you?” he asked, quiet concern readily evident in his voice. While he had only know Marlang a few hours, habits developed from living with eleven other strongly god-touched mages didn’t just disappear simply because he wasn’t among them, and without thinking consciously about it, he worried about the other mage’s welfare. The fact that the other man had admitted to not having the power to contain his student only made the mind mage worry more. A small shake of his head aided him in gathering his thoughts away from wool-gathering just as they reached a door that positively reeked of smoldering embers. His decision was already made to step in as soon as the young fire mage was calm enough for Drystan to approach him without fear for his physical well-being.
"I will find it somewhere, if I rest after this until after dinner then I will be able to teach her. It's not exactly a norm for me to expend all of my powers healing broken ribs and rape wounds." He usually was not this weak. The concern for him was strange and Marlang had no idea how to react... he may have been coming off as ungrateful but he did not mean to, he just was highly unaccustomed. It was every man for themselves in magic here, and he was thankful he had lived to become a mage, let alone an Arch Mage. "No one. No, no one I trust. No one I trust that when I am deep within the magic will not shove a dagger in my back. The only people I trust are family and I cannot always ask for their help. Mai, Kalie and Tibius were left without teachers because of their heritage. I am the only one willing to teach them and even though I know I am unfit to teach all three of them I will not have them go untaught." The conviction behind his voice was heavy and he took in a deep breath opening the door, a slight sizzle from his hand as he did so.
The male sat on the floor cross legged as fire crawled over every portion of his skin. He had no hair, his eyes were such a dark brown to appear nearly black. "Mai..." Marlang murmured and he sighed seeing Mai was unresponsive. His hands rising he pulled up and over his head his robes and threw them back into the hall. Leaving him bare-chested with only his breeches and boots. Concentrating his eyes went orange and his skin darkened, tanning as he stepped closer, shudders running through his form as the other males fire licked at his skin as he approached. Soft burns appeared on Marlang's bare skin where anyone else would have already burned to death being so close. Kneeling he wrapped his arms around the other who gave a gasp opening his eyes to see Marlang hugging him. "Master!" The youth cried seeing the burn marks turning black, and it was a struggle that Mai tried to bring back his power. Frustration and agony on his features he finally managed to subdue his powers enough that the room was no longer a sweat box. "Master Marlang... why..." his hands raised not daring to touch the black marks. Marlang looked up to him with orange eyes, "Because there was no other way to get you to see someone was their Mai. You cannot let it consume you. Do not allow it control like that."
Drystan felt his heart clench at Marlang’s admission. Despite the many problems rampant in the court, he knew he could always count on his brothers and sisters within the Coven to come to his aid, just as he would come to theirs. Knowing there was little he could do at the moment, he chose to stand in the doorway and observed the interaction between student and teacher, silently grateful for his desert heritage that allowed him to withstand the heat with very little discomfort from his position. He watched Mai’s almost palpable struggle for control, waiting for the moment when he could step in. When the scorching heat began to dissipate, Drystan took a careful step inside, Silene by his side before turning to close the door. Something as delicate as this required privacy. “You must control your powers lest they control you,” he said softly, searching for and eventually finding a chair to sit in. Everything in his body language spoke of calm self-control, very real power and genuine concern for the well-being of those who sat before him.
Mai swallowed looking between Drystan and Marlang who slowly had detangled himself from Mai his arms black from the burns. He stood up moving to the closet allowing Drystan and Mai to speak as he found a white robe inside to pull over his severely burned skin. He would deal with it later. He kept the hiss to a minimum as he pulled it over burned skin and he sat near Mai after. Mai nodded to Drystan, "I try to Master, but it feels so overwhelming, even when I believe I am in control, try to concentrate on keeping it all inside I cannot. It is strange, I cannot do the simplest of tasks for fire, but yet I can accomplish feats that almost no mage thought possible." Too much power for the little things, enough to accomplish impossible things. He looked to Marlang again with concerned brown/black eyes, "I do let their words get to me and I know that is my fault, I let them get to me and I feel angry and it becomes harder to control both my emotions and powers. I know this, I am trying to ignore what they say but they know water burns me, and pain only unsettles my control further!"
“There is no shame in needing help, young Mai,” Drystan said, allowing the honorific for the moment. There was certainly more sincerity behind it than some of the empty titles bestowed upon him by so many members of the court. “But you must learn the small things, those tasks that seem so inconsequential if you are to ever fully master yourself and your powers. Just because you have the strength to complete great feats does not mean you are ready for them.” It was second nature for him to assume the cadence and posture of teacher, and he found it oddly reassuring. He was concerned for Marlang’s very obvious pain, but there were more pressing matters at hand, especially when he was certain the other was capable of surviving for a time untended. “I think that maybe trying something different will help you,” he ****ed his head to side slightly, a small smirk on his lips. “My younger sister is a fire mage and even to this day she sometimes finds it difficult to control her temper when it comes to certain subjects.” Resting his hands on his legs palm up, his expression was open and welcoming. “Are you willing to try something a little different from what Master Marlang has been teaching you?
Mai looked to Marlang beside him and Marlang covered his pain and exhaustion as he had been doing all day. "You look like a lost mouse Mai, I brought Drystan here didn't I? If I had then that means I wish for his help with you. So yes, you have my permission to seek his council." Mai smiled at Marlang before sticking out his tongue at the older male who just smiled wider. "Good to see your calm again Mai."
Mai turning back to Drystan nodded, "If you think it could work Master I am willing to try anything. Master Marlang trusts you so, so do I. And I would like very much to be able to learn more, even if it only works until tonight, if I could stay in control at least until tonight when the Warlock comes to section my powers I'd be grateful. Ever so grateful."
A low chuckle rumbled in Drystan’s chest at the lightened mood of the room. “Very well, Mai. And please, call my Drystan,” he said, a small smile still present on his lips. Standing, he crossed the floor to sit in front of the fledgling fire mage, legs cross and hands again resting palm up on his knees. “I need you to relax and hold my hands, alright? I’m a mind-mage and a Dreamwalker, so working with me may feel a little strange,” he explained softly, catching and holding the younger boy’s attention with his eyes. “Now, do you know how to meditate and go into a light, learning trance?”
Mai smiled at Drystan hearing his chuckle and nodded to calling him Drystan. He watched Drystan get close to him which was strange to him, only Kalie and Marlang usually were willing to be so close. His hands reached for Drystan’s shyly, unused to contact at all which was why it had woken him from his state earlier, the given hug from Marlang. So unexpected. His eyes widened at the titles and he nodded, “I do know how Drystan." He swallowed and let out a sigh before his eyes closed, relaxing fully. Marlang watching them leaning against the closet door, he could not stop himself from falling asleep. Drystan managed to go into that light meditational trance relatively quick, he had been taught this by Marlang and he could do it if he was calm and relaxed quite easily.
“Very good,” Drystan nodded. Silene moved to settle next to Marlang, lending the flagging Arch Mage a little extra support, her very presence creating a much-needed calm. Once Mai was at the right level of meditative trance, he reached out very carefully with mental hands, the physical contact between them making it easier. “Okay Mai, I am actually going to ‘walk' with you in your mind, so don’t panic. What I am showing you is a different way of finding your centre with the world, the connection that exists between all mages and the world they walk. Once you find this, I want you to study how it feels and memorize what it was like to feel connected to the world. This will never be something someone can take away from you Mai. This is your foundation. From here you can build the shields you need to keep your powers from hurting others, but also to keep others from hurting you.” Drystan’s voice was soft and lilting – almost hypnotic, and continuously explaining what he was showing the youth. By the very reactions he was getting, this was certainly a different path from what the fire mage was used to. But perhaps… perhaps it would be enough to give the boy the confidence he needed. “Now, until the Warlock can section off your powers so that you can learn to use them more easily, I am going to place a block of sorts in the part of your mind where your powers stem from. This is completely temporary and may make you feel rather sleepy, but it will keep you from losing control again.”
Marlang peered down at Silene and a small smile graced his lips as his eyes closed. Now that Mai was being helped by someone far more competent then himself in such aspects he was able to relax. Though the pain could not forgotten through his every limb of exhaustion and third degree burns he chose to ignore. Always choosing to ignore. He asked softly to Silene as not to take attention away from Drystan, "May I?" his hand raising toward her. He would understand if she did not wish him to touch her. But he would ask.
Mai swallowed but nodded trying to keep calm as a very strange presence was felt in his mind, no one had gone in his mind before that had not meant him harm. Two other Master mages had tried to cut off portions of his powers so he would be more 'controllable' so it was only instinct that he was having a hard time staying calm. But he won out as Drystan's voice was indeed calming and helped greatly.
Mai nodded in his meditative state his hands in his lap cupped, "Yes, I want to be able to control them, my powers, so I can control myself." Not controlling one's powers leant a feeling of being completely out of control body and mind.
"Alright," he murmured nodding toward the sleepiness that could occur.
Nodding her head, Silene gave a low rumbling purr when Marlang began to tentatively pet her. Knowing the way touch so often soothed the god-touched, she butted her head against him. ~Sit down before you fall down, youngling. You needn’t try to impress me, and Drystan will be busy with the kit for a while yet.~ Her mind-voice was rich and velvety, both strong and soothing at the same time.
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“Good,” Drystan nodded his head, even though both he and Mai had their eyes shut. It was easier to focus on other planes when one kept one’s eyes closed to the physical plane. With deft mental hands, he guided the young fire user through the basics of grounding and centering, showing him how to build up shields before diving in to block the teen’s control over the element of fire. Carefully testing his temporary block for any weaknesses, he then opened dark grey eyes to allow himself to watch for any adverse reactions in Mai as he slowly released the connection with the teen. This also allowed him to catch the boy when he slumped forward, eyes rather unfocused. “Easy, Mai. I’ve got you,” he said quietly, supporting him.
Marlang chuckled, his smile returning, he prided himself on not being all that serious about life, trying to look at things in a way most couldn't, with humor. He had been far too serious today though the circumstances required it. None the less he wished to laugh again. And her words allowed him that, slowly sitting down cross legged on the floor fingers scratching her back and head gently. Cats were not that common, at least as much as canines. Canines were used for hunting and protection, cats were more domestic. His hands touched the cat in a way of feeling her fur for himself, a first as well to ground himself. The comfort of the closeness.
Following Drystan as he showed him he began to feel sleepy and at last he could not stop himself from slumping with a murmured, "Master..." and Marlang looked to him in a moment of concern. But seeing Drystan still helping him he reassured the boy.
"It's alright Mai, if you are unable to keep awake you do know I would not be angry with you. Your day has been draining on you and it will only be more so this evening. So if you sleep perhaps you will feel rejuvenated this evening." And Marlang could finally go sleep...
Silene gave Marlang the feline equivalent of an amused grin, rather like what a spinster aunt would give her favourite nephew’s friend. ~Is that not better? I certainly find it preferable to craning my neck to look up at you.~
Turning her attention to Drystan, she sent him a warm mental hug. ~You’ve done very well today ‘Taesos. Sia is so very proud of you.~ The dark haired mind mage looked up from where he had been trying to untangle his and Mai’s limbs, a tired but pleased smile on his face. ~Thank you.~ “Marlang is correct, Mai. Rest is the very best thing for you. Between the warlock who will be coming and all the energy you’ve used the last few hours, you need to rest if you want to avoid becoming ill,” he advised. Moving slowly, he managed to get Mai to his feet, the fire mage’s arm slung across his shoulder as he helped the teen make it over to the thankfully nearby bed. There was no way Drystan would have been able to carry the boy on his own, and from the looks of things, Marlang wasn’t too far behind his student.
Marlang’s smile stayed on his lips ignoring his pain still as Silene gave him that look still scratching, feeling her fur. "This is better yes," he answered his fingers light over her. "Felines are not that common, at least, non-wild ones on the Isle. There are tigers in the Jungle but to find of them usually means your death. So I have not been so up close to one before. Your fur is quite soft."
Mai nodded tiredly and tried to help himself to bed, not wanting to lean to heavily on Drystan. Lying back on the bed he closed his eyes at last, unable to not give into the exhaustion. "Thank you Drystan." He murmured as he allowed sleep to finally take him. Marlang looking to his student, "Now that he is asleep I think I will have to go to father to relieve these wounds, he has the most power available and third degree burns take much to magically heal." He slowly stood again with clenched teeth. "I just need to get to his rooms," he said, pulling down the long sleeves of the robes to cover his wounds. He appeared to eyes that did not know, perfectly fine.
~Thank you,~ Silene said simply, standing as well. The look she gave Drystan spoke pages of meaning, and the mind mage nodded briefly. Smoothing Mai’s hair back from his forehead, Drystan bent to whisper a soft blessing of peaceful sleeping from Sia before standing and straightening his clothing. “You are quite welcome Marlang. This is not the first time I’ve had to help briefly block someone’s gifts so that they can learn to control them gradually,” he explained, a small smile on his lips. While he didn’t have the level of empathic sensitivity Dylan had, he certainly was not immune to the thoughts centering on pain and the attempts at hiding and ignoring said pain that came from the Arch mage. Walking to stand near the other man, he spoke again, “The youth will sleep for a few hours at the very least; you needn’t worry about him. If you do not mind, I think I shall accompany you.” Taking the initiative, he opened the door, waiting until Marlang and Silene had exited before closing it softly behind them. “I would like to speak with your father, given the choice. I also know that you are you last leg of energy; it wouldn’t do for you to collapse in the hall a few feet away from wherever your father is currently.” His lips quirked in a small smirk, seeking to soften the truth of his observations.
Marlang looked to Mai one last time and nodded before he watched Drystan open the door, "I couldn't let myself collapse in the hallway; willpower is a very strong thing. I'd force myself to get to his chambers and inside first. It would bring about less gossip about myself and my father. Neither of which we need." Image. How much he hated image. Why he did not wish to be King after his father as well as Arch Mage of the Isle. Too much. Walking out into the hall he waited till in step before proceeding through the halls back past the classrooms.
A sigh left him as he stood before the doors which were magic locked. Pressing his hand to the center seal on the door his eyes closed and he shuddered before the doors opened. Such a miniscule amount of power that it took to open the doors, (at least in the eyes of an Arch Mage) should not have affected him. But it did. He knew he needed to rest. Through the doors into the main halls he whistled a young servant girl to his side who blinked at him. "Arch Mage Marlang?"
"Tell my father I need audience of him, I will be arriving in a few moments." She nodded and dropped a curtsy before going. The word subtle, his father would know something was wrong but no one else would.
“That it is,” Drystan bowed his head, matching paces with the tired Arch mage. “But even will power has its limits.” He understood the importance of image, far too well if he was to admit it. That had been one of the first lessons pounded into his head by Lord Alexander when he had first arrived in the Imperial City as a gifted, but shy six-year-old apprentice to the temple of Sia.
He did not miss the way Marlang paled after opening the door, and once the serving girl had disappeared down the hallway, he silently moved to gently support the other man’s elbow. Silene walked on Marlang’s other side, the two of them creating a buoying effect to ensure their companion’s safe arrival. A small gift of borrowed energy was given to boost the other man until they reached more able help. “There is no shame in feeling pain, nor in asking for help,” Drystan murmured softly, lips barely moving as the trio walked down the hallway. “I cannot heal your wounds, but I can certainly lend you a bit of strength to get to someone who is able of doing so.”
"True," Marlang murmured and his eyes looked to both Drystan then Silene. "I owe you both for this, more then you can image. I am not used to such assistance, my father may have Godly power but he has never trained formally in using most of it. He uses the power in physical combat not 'mental' as he puts it. Not that my father is not an intelligent man. He is quite that. He just doesn't employ magic often. So I am unused to assistance."
Up the grand white staircase to the second floor and down a main hall, then turning down a smaller to the very end. He knocked on the door. A gentle but strong voice calling, "Marlang?"
Marlang answered, "Yes father." Movement in the room and a moment later the door opened. Odin was 6'4, entirely lithe in his physique except the layers of muscle it took to wield the two handed Katanas in which he had two of strapped cross-wise across his back. He wore a white ruffled long sleeved tunic and black tights going into brown boots. His hair was pure snowy white and moved past his boots, a few more inches of it on the floor trailing behind him. His features were long and a little angular as most elves were but with the smiles he always wore for others benefit the features were softened. His eyes were purple, and in space of a moment of seeing Drystan and Marlang they changed four times through the vibrant and dull hues of purple, from nearly darkest purple to lavender. They changed with thought and emotion. His skin was very pale, his ears long through the hair and curled to his back were a pair of ruffling white angel wings, that fully extended would have needed more room then the royal suite they stood in the door of could provide. He was all in all 'larger than life'.
"You did need my audience, please both of you come inside. Drystan would you close the door behind you, and Marlang take off those robes once he does so."
Odin moved back into the room and to his dresser to grab an ointment out of the drawer. "I'll heal the wounds first with power but you will still need to rub this ointment into your skin afterwards which I will help to do."
Marlang slowly pulled up the Robes once Drystan had closed the door.
Even though he had met and briefly conversed with the imposing monarch only a few hours earlier, Drystan still found himself rather awestruck by the man. He was, after all, nearly a foot taller than the mind mage, and the added wings served to make the newcomer feel rather a bit small in comparison. “Certainly sir,” he said quietly. Ensuring that the door was closed behind him, he turned to watch Marlang and Odin interact, unconsciously clasping his hands behind his back. It was pure habit that he stood at loose attention, a pose that he had long used when standing during long court sessions. Listening, observing and analyzing what he was witness to was one biggest aspects of Drystan’s position as an advisor to Rétta, and it was something he excelled at. Thus, watching the somewhat awkward body language, he stepped forward and silently approached the two men. “If I may be of any assistance, please tell me. Marlang has put himself in dangerous waters in his want to protect and help his students, an admirable if not always advisable position,” he offered smoothly.
Marlang managed to get off the robes and Odin's eyes widened, his hands shaking at his sides in a wish to touch but knowing him to be unable to right then. Looking to Drystan he nodded, "Thank you, I should be able to heal him myself but if you could once I am done help me with applying the ointment to his back."
His hand taking his sons he led him to lay down on his large queen sized white spread bed. Laying back on his stomach Marlang closed his eyes to ward off tears of pain and Odin sat on the edge of the bed beside him. His hands rose over his sons back and white light moved from between his fingertips to spread over Marlang's back and arms. The black burn marks disappearing quickly, third degree, became second degree. Second degree became first and Marlang took in a deep breath of relief. Odin stopping at last, a slight sweat on his brow, nothing else to signify all of the work he had just done. "Drystan," he spoke his voice still calm, strong and gentle putting out the ointment. "If you would." Marlang's eyes were closed, he was healed but still exhausted.
“No problem,” Drystan replied, waiting a moment before carefully settling himself on the edge of the bed. He watched Odin Heal Marlang with a critical eye, comparing how healing appeared to work here with how it worked in his own home world. In the end, he concluded that it was not very different at all. Once the worst parts of the Arch Mage’s burns had been healed, he shifted closer and dipped his fingers into the container of ointment. Deft fingers smoothed the cool ointment gently into skin that he knew would remain tender for a while yet. “Odin, Marlang tells me that you have never received formal training, and yet your ability to heal is quite adept,” he said quietly. “Healing is not an easy gift to control on one’s own, so I must say I am very impressed.” A small, almost shy smile spread across his lips as he glanced up from beneath his bangs.
Odin watched Drystan apply the ointment to his son's back, his son of whom was falling asleep. The smile was small and private as Odin looked affectionately down at his sleeping quite adult son. But none the less he smiled anyways even in front of Drystan. "No, I have been trained my entire life in the physical. I had a Samurai master when I was barely 18, old enough to have left the Castle behind with all of its bad memories and to wish to begin my life. Of course that was over ten thousand years ago." His eyes had an agelessness to them that belayed that what he spoke was true, that he was really at least that old. The wisdom in his eyes was not ****iness, no it was born from much trial, and a whole lot of error. But there was a bittersweet tang to his lavender eyes that spoke of loss and not much gain. Yet still he spoke freely of his past. "I did not even know I had 'magic' until the day I stumbled upon the Golden Disc, I have never actually heard the real name for that artifact. That's still something the Gods keep from me. But the day I stumbled upon this Island uninhabited, the disc in a ruined jungle temple is the day I figured out what my father had become. He showed me the powers I had locked inside myself. I still do not know half of my true potential even now."
His eyes widened slightly at the very easy admittance of having lived so very long, but other than that, Drystan’s face did not betray his surprise. To look at him, it was hard to believe he was all that much older than his son. And speaking of the son, he glanced down to see that the Arch Mage had indeed fallen asleep at long last, exhaustion on multiple levels finally catching up with him. Continuing to massage the ointment into freshly healed flesh, the mind mage made sure that it was spread evenly before sitting back and truly looking up at Odin. “I very much doubt any of us know our true potentials. I have been trained in my goddess-given gifts since I was a very small child, and yet I am still discovering new limits and abilities. And being trained as a warrior often translates well to using your inner magic; that discipline is something that stays with you, no matter what you may do or learn,” he replied, grey eyes meeting lavender. “I find it amazing that you have lived so long… I cannot imagine the things you have seen and learned. Oh, to have such a long lifetime to devote to learning and understanding the ways of the worlds…” he gave another small smile, drawing one leg up to rest his chin upon it. Almost immediately, he realized he still had his boots on, and not only that, he was sitting on a pure white bedspread. A deep blush blossomed upon his face, and he dropped his eyes as he stammered an embarrassed apology, “I-I’m s-sorry,” as he moved his feet to hang over the edge of the bed.
Most everyone knew he had lived far longer than even the most elder of the elves, but most did not know truly...how long. Only those he told. "That is very true, I'd imagine finding one's true potential would be the end of one's learning. And most would certainly never wish that if they wanted to live for many years to come." The smile soft still but wider, less private, more open to the other. "I have learned much, I can say that. Though not enough, I am still mortal in my ability to be wrong, and I am often that. Wrong." A shake of his head and a soft but brief chuckle, not mend to offend or further the others embarrassment. "That's alright, if you would but take off your boots you may relax all you wish. My chambers are open to you, you need not be too concerned about formality in here. I was actually going to be taking a bath when young Trisha told me Marlang needed me, if she had not arrived then I would be half undressed." Another quiet chuckle. "It's good she did arrive then."
Still blushing a rather brilliant shade of crimson, Drystan nodded and bent to pull off his boots. Sliding off the bed, he set them neatly on the floor at the foot of it before climbing back up and settling himself with his knees drawn up, his chin resting upon his folded arms. “If you have other things that you need to attend to, don’t let me hold you up from them. I can… keep watch over Marlang’s sleep, if you wish,” he offered, still feeling a little bit awkward. He was an outsider, and despite Odin’s words of welcome, he was still very much unsure of his footing here. In his home, he was brother, advisor and confidant of his realm’s ruler; that was not so here. It had not been since he was a child that he had not carried such a weighty position, and he found himself very confused as to how he was supposed to act.
“Sometimes… I think it is our ability to make mistakes and to learn from them that makes us not only mortal, but dear to our patron gods. They are sometimes not able to accomplish the things we can, and therefore must act through us. To learn from the mistakes we have made, as well as those of others is what paves the path to wisdom.” The blush had faded from Drystan’s face, leaving his skin pale as moonlight, his dark black hair showing glimmers of midnight blue. A contemplative and calm expression had spread as he spoke, his eyes meeting Odin’s and holding them. “It’s not a crime to be wrong, so long as you learn from it,” he added, glancing down to where Silene had ghosted across the room to settle on the floor next to him.
"Thankfully I don't at this precise moment, though I have a meeting with my great great grand nephew after dinner this evening. Griffons Wing the second the King of Munacra is getting married tomorrow, and I know he will want me to be there so I will speak to him tonight about arrangements." A moment of contemplation, "And Drystan," he smiled a moment and his hand not as large as one would think it would take to wield a two handed Katana in one hand laid on Drystan’s knee. It was a moment's intimate touch, nothing more, before he retracted to not make him uncomfortable. "I need someone to go with me as a guest. Going alone isn't an option when my great great nephew and and niece will be hounding me about being alone so long. But beyond the meeting tonight I have nothing to attend to." Odin looked down to his son again in silence a moment, "You are right, we are able to feel so much more and it effects our choices far more. At least, on this world that is. The Gods are not unfeeling but we experience far more than they do. It influences our choices and allows us to learn. Even Darrian and SunGam were forced to live a mortal existence before being allowed their Godhood. They know what it is like to be mortal now unlike Syre and Everwood."
Drystan’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked up at Odin. While he was quite familiar with attending court functions as a member of the Coven, attending such a thing as a royal wedding as a guest was very different. Not only was he male, but he was a foreigner in this country, no matter that he had a goddess to vouch for him. A slight blush sprinkled across his cheeks and nose, the mind mage glancing down at the warm hand on his knee. It had been years since the incident with Etaine, and since then he had avoided any and all relationships that not only didn’t involve his adopted siblings in the Coven, but any that went beyond friendship or that found between siblings. Granted, he knew in his head that the older, taller man was not necessarily suggesting anything beyond companionship, but his heart still felt a moment of clenched fear. What if it happened again? What if he was hurt again? Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head to meet Odin’s lavender eyes. “I would be deeply honoured to accompany you Odin. I only hope that my presence will not offend your or your nephew’s people,” he answered finally, giving the other man a small smile. He had not forgotten what Marlang had mentioned to him earlier.
Odin had both hands in his lap now after he had laid one on Drystan’s knee and he awaited the others reaction with still that calm gentle smile. His words were just unexpected as he had thought, but the others reaction was much better than most. The other saw him as a King but did not see him as untouchable, unapproachable like far far too many. He had Gods blood within him but that was no choice of his own. His choice would be, to be but a mortal man. For is that not what many wished for? What they could not be? What they could not have? He was tired of the power and responsibility. But yet they would not take it away...So long living...
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"Do not worry, the only one who would possibility have anything to say is Francais and do not take his opinion to heart. The years have deepened his shadow, he is filled with bitterness and hate now. And the only thing he'd speak up about is the fact that I do not care what gender you are. Not that this is a courtship. I wish for you while you are on Ran'Gilith to see her in her beauty. To meet the people of this world. The best way is for you to come with to the ball and wedding. Every Kingdom and country that is allied to Munacra in some way will have their leader there. Even one of the countries that is actually seen as an enemy will be there so perhaps peace may be gained. So there shall be many there, and I shall try to stick to your side, it is discourteous to ask you to come with me and you for you to get lost among strangers."
Releasing a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, Drystan’s small smile finally reached his eyes at Odin’s reassurance. There was truth in the other man’s words; he did truly wish to explore and learn as much as he could about Ran’Gilith while he was here. As for the man’s divine heritage, while amazing, it honestly didn’t faze Drystan very much since he had grown up with adopted siblings who were not only god-touched but one was the daughter of a minor desert deity and another who was the granddaughter of a lightning elemental. “If that is so, then I will gladly go. I am no stranger to the gossip and shadow skulking that occurs in all courts, so if you have no worries then I shan’t either,” he replied.
Tilting his head a little, his smile shifted into an amuse smirk. “I can survive the machinations of courts and make my way through them far more adeptly than many of your people will be expecting. In my home kingdom, I am one of eleven advisors to our ruler and was raised to fill such a position. I would appreciate being able to move amongst the other guests by your side, but if we are separated I can certainly survive.” It wasn’t ****iness, it was the simple truth. The years had taught him how to move smoothly among courtiers, calming ruffled feathers and listening unobtrusively when needed.
Odin bowed his head deeply in respect of Drystan’s words, "Very good then, do not allow yourself to feel coddled by me then. If you wish to explore take your own lead." Looking down to his son who shifted in his sleep, one of his pale long fingered hands laid on Marlang's shoulder rubbing a thumb lightly over the skin that was not healing there. Looking to Drystan seriousness entered his eyes for a moment, "Marlang's burns came from the young Mai did they not? I hate to ask this, but is the young Fire Sorcerer under control of himself? I know his inability to keep control is not entirely his fault but as King I do have to look out for the safety of others and especially my only child. He should by all rights not exist, it was a Dream Walker of our world that had pity upon me, and entered a re-occurring dream I had, making Marlang into a reality. Creating him to give me a reason to persevere." He means much to me, for he is one of the few reasons I have not given up entirely."I know my Great Nephew Zenumas is arriving this evening to section the boy but until then he is under control?"
A nod of acknowledgement before he leant forward to rest against his bent legs. “Yes, young Mai was the cause… completely unintentionally, but the cause nonetheless. For the time being, you needn’t worry about the young fire user, you have my word on that. The boy is currently asleep, and in all likelihood will remain so for another couple hours,” Drystan replied calmly. “He is eager to learn, but he must first learn discipline of himself before he can ever hope to discipline the magic that burns within him. I think perhaps it is Mai’s guilt that holds him back at times; he is afraid not only of hurting others, but he is afraid of his own power, and feels very real guilt because of this.”
Watching the tender way Odin touched his son and the very real affection, he smiled warmly at the other man. “You have every right to worry for him, just as he does for you… such is the way of families. He is a true wonder as are the Dreamwalkers of your world; in my world, we Dreamwalkers can enter and control someone’s dreams, but I have never heard of one able to make dreams come to reality. It is truly amazing.” Reaching out, he covered Odin’s hand with his own, studying the contrast between them. “There is great love between you both, despite any differences that either of you may have,” he said, gently brushing his thumb over the back of the king’s hand before withdrawing it. “Every ruler needs those who not only see him for who he truly is, but care for him in spite of that and are willing to speak truthfully to him.”
"Guilt is a powerful thing, it can hold many back. For a very long time. If he believes he is hurting others and has, as with Marlang then there is very little doubt that would be holding him back." Odin had not met the boy but he seemed to just know... "Fire is one of the most feared elements on this world, though worse than it is Magi's fire. It is blue flame, unquenchable. Only the most powerful of Arch Mages and true blood born Magi can control it. To lose control of Magi fire…is disastrous.”
The hand laid over his own was unexpected on his end and the soft gentle smile returned as he listened to Drystan’s words which had him looking into the others eyes. “You are very right, I am that for most of my family, I have never feared to tell them what I truly think, be it good or bad. I suppose that is why the Gods in part wished me to be King of this Isle, I am a kind soul but I fear not the truth. I am lucky to have Marlang and I know this. He came to be two thousand three hundred years ago Jewel’s death’s, the woman who is his mother.”
Hmming a moment, “I worry for him much these days, he throws his affections away like a starved man going for water lost in a desert of illusions. No one that he sleeps with truly cares for him, and I wonder why he does it.” Shaking his head, “But he is by far an adult now and what he does is his own concerns as my own are my own. I will not bug him about his sleeping habits if he does not bother me about my lack thereof.”
“Yes, guilt can hold you back… but it can also leave you open to being manipulated more easily because of it. For young Mai’s sake, I pray that he does not fall into such a situation before he is capable of not only handling it, but withstanding the temptation to let his guilt and eagerness rule him to his ruin,” Drystan said simply. He had noticed that desire within Marlang, that need to be loved and he had even been warned of the Arch Mage’s tendencies to tumble any attractive male into bed if given the opportunity. “I… I hate to admit but even in my short time here, word of that has reached my ears. It is not the best thing to have said about someone of his position,” he spoke quietly, eyes dropping to focus in on the sleeping man in question. “I think there is something in him that needs so desperately to be needed that he does not know what to do. But like you said, he is an adult and in charge of his own life and destiny. As his father, there is little you can do but advise him when asked and be there to support him when he needs it.” Lifting his gaze to meet Odin’s, he boldly reached out for the king’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. While not one to crave much in the way of physical contact, he had grown used to catering to similar needs from some of his siblings. “The gods chose wisely when they made you king, Odin. Do not doubt that.” He chose to ignore the comment about his companion’s implied lack of sex life, considering his was utterly non-existent.
“It can leave you open to manipulation, a wish to undo what you have done for yourself, and others meddling hands guiding you on a destiny not your own.” A shake of his head further at the mention of his son, “I know, and he does as well - quite well. But he does nothing about it, and it is his choice to end the gossip or not. Many times have I thought that the intentions were good bringing him to me but he lost a mother in coming here. With me being King I could not give him the attention he deserved and his mother has been dead here far before he was born. He had her at least in my dreams of what ifs.” Odin pursed his lips, “But then that is self pity and I shan’t give into it. Self pity and worrying for not, thinking of what ifs. It all gets us no where beyond heart ache.”
The squeeze to his hand had the smile return to him looking to Drystan. “And your own chose wisely in what you do, you are quite an intelligent young man.” He inclined his head in respect once more. Looking up to the transparent draped balcony as he heard the first pitter patter of rain and the smile increased. “One of the things I enjoy about this Isle is its weather. I do love the rain.”
Slowly unfurling from the bed he looked to Drystan eyes extending invitation but understanding if the other would not join. Walking toward the balcony he unsheathed both two-handed Katanas, each fitting snuggly in each hand which he placed against the wall. Then he passed through the transparent drapery, walking the little to lean against the stone circular railing. A sigh leaving his lips as the light rain fell upon him, beginning to drench white hair that was past his feet, trailing on the ground inches, and over his white ruffled shirt and brown skin-tight breeches.
“It is hard sometimes, to grow without the love of two parents… but if the heart and soul are strong, then it is possible to remain whole and eventually find someone who balances your life,” Drystan said quietly. Reflecting on what had and hadn’t been said during his brief conversations with Marlang, he shift to curl his legs to the side. “I don’t think he resents being taken from his mother, but I do think he wishes to spend more time with you. I think he feels guilty for feeling that way… I cannot say for sure, as I do not know what is in his mind without walking there, and that is not something I do without necessity.”
Following Odin’s gaze, he too smiled; even after being away from his desert home for years, he still found something so awe-inspiring and comforting about the rain. After a moment’s consideration, he slid from the bed to follow the taller man, padding silently to join him. He wrinkled his nose in distaste of getting his socks wet before bending to remove them, tossing the rolled up pieces of fabric over to join his boots. Walking out onto the already wet balcony, he was careful not to step on the long hair trailing around Odin’s feet. “I’ve always loved the rain,” he said quietly as he stood near the railing. “Where I was born, it’s a desert with only a few scattered oasises and very little rain. When I first moved to the Imperial City, I couldn’t believe how green everything was and that it rained all year round, not just during the monsoon season. It was many years before I didn’t feel the need to stop everything and watch the rain, although even to this day I enjoy the peace it brings.”
Odin sighed as he leaned against the stone balcony his long fingered hands wrapping around the stone, as he felt the rain slide down his face, head up toward the grey cloud filled skies. “I have been very busy of late, I can see this now looking back. If I haven’t been in council meetings, it’s been court sessions, or the temple.” He licked over his lips, slickening them with rain. “After tomorrow’s celebrations I will try to find time to be with him, it shouldn't be so difficult.” Yet it was, their positions demanded so much. Eyes of lavender opened to look to Drystan as he was joined. Listening to the other speak of his world, of deserts and peaceful rain. He would be if he was alone going out to train in the rain, the rain was indeed calming. It was tranquility inside that allowed him to take the movements of the sword slowly, run through each of the old practices he had learned a long time ago. Or he would have flown…his wings could use a stretch.
"The rain has always been something I have enjoyed since I was child. Where others run from it, I…embrace it. It is time when nothing matters but the feel of it slickening your hair, wetting sweatened skin. Cleaning the grime of the day away. It refreshes and-," his lavenders turned slowly darker, going through the different purple intensities. Lying on the heavens above. "I was born in the rain, outside, my mother was trying to hide me, make it so my father could take me away..." The darker purple was melancholy. "My father was murdered and my mother imprisoned, I was allowed to live. Though hardly a life for a child, servitude since birth."
His head was tilted back, allowing the rain to coat his face in a fine sheen of moistness, his silky hair dampening quickly to stick to the sides of his face. “He understands, you know,” Drystan said, turning his head to look at Odin briefly. “Both of your positions demand much of your time, energy and attention. That’s why he’s never really said anything to you.”
Turning so that his back was facing the railing, the mind mage was grateful for once that he was short enough to comfortably lean against the thick stone, letting it support him even as he opened himself a little bit more to this world he had suddenly found himself in. He could feel Silene nearby and the silent wave of affection and approval she sent warmed him inside. “I don’t mind exposing myself to a warm rain such as this, but I will admit that I avoid going out when it is cold, when the dampness seeps into every pore of your body and leaves you wanting nothing more than to curl up on a warm hearth with blankets and a book,” he said softly, eyes closed once again.
“I am sorry you were not allowed the freedom all children deserve. I was lucky to be chosen at such a young age to be a servant of Sia, to be allowed to both learn and play as a child. But it has made you the man who stands before me now; without those experiences, you may not be the kind, strong man you are now. For all that we may regret our pasts, those very pasts shaped us into the people we are now.” Opening his eyes, he turned his head once again to study his companion, noting the strong lines of muscles formed from centuries’ worth of training, the now damp hair that bled down his back to pool at his feet, and lastly the now damp, snowy wings curving from his back. Never in his life would he have guessed such a being existed and that he would befriend him. Unconscious of his almost feline-like movements borne of years in the company of Silene, he twisted in place a little to face Odin better. “I have learned that you hurt only yourself by dwelling on the past. My brothers and sisters have taught me that it is far better to learn from mistakes how to do better, how to be a better person,” he said softly, his hand reaching out to rest over the hand nearest him. “Learn from what you have felt and seen, and do the best you can. The gods can expect little more from us.”
“They always have demanded much of our attention, part of many a reason why I have never looked for a lover. There are not many who can understand my reasons of being alone I have found, though my Great Nephew has common understanding, through pain, and we both believe we are better off alone. Yet Marlang just wishes my happiness,” a soft chuckle. “As do I wish his own. But he shall not find that in the bed of many men, I wonder why he thinks I disapprove so much of his actions. I am just worried for his heart, it is a thing so easily broken and I wish not that fate on my child. I have loved both a man and a woman in my long years. Only two people. But one of each and I judge not on age, race, gender. Zenumas, my Great Nephew actually has more then I, he does not know it, but he has caught the eye of his patron Goddess. I think he would be the first mortal to become a God’s consort.”
Looking to Drystan as he turned gracefully, feline-like yes, but very gracefully and easily to Odin whose lips hitched in another smile at the others action. Odin appreciated such grace, he was a fighter. Grace of form was something he could appreciate easily. “I thank you again Drystan, I know that if not for the horrors and pains of the past I would not be where I am now. But this moment in time, these last two hundred fifty years with Marlang have been but a droplet of water upon a great ocean. I have seen the world change as it always does. But Nothing has changed for myself and now I begin to grow weary...” he whispers. His voice dropping, the words he is speaking something he has told no one else. It was easy speaking to the Mind Mage, far too easy. Odin felt no distrust, no wish to gain from the other. And no judgment. “I wonder if this is what they meant for me, Guardian of the First Races and King of their Sacred Isle. It is an honour yet for one who has fought all their life, this peace is...chafing. Yet at the same time I would never wish to see the horrors I saw in war…Drystan. May I speak two truths to you? Two truths only two others alive know?”
“I think every parent wishes for their child to be happy, to spare them from as much pain as possible. Does not the mother bird sacrifice herself to the predator, that her offspring might live?” Drystan’s voice was soft, his expression calm yet open. “The gods ask much of us at times, and sometimes we question if we can handle it… but we must trust that they know more than we do, else we will go mad asking ‘what ifs’ and ‘whys’.”
Allowing his hand to stay where it was, his thumb began to move in small circles, seeking to sooth the tension he could feel in the other man. “It is not surprising that you should feel such a dichotomy of feelings. You are a man used to action, and while you abhor the horrors of war and conflict, there is still a part of you that craves the excitement of honorable combat. Perhaps you simply need to find an outlet for the part of you that, as you say, chafes at the inaction of peace.”
Giving a small smile, he nodded, bowing slightly at the waist. “You may speak as you will. Anything said will go no further than myself.”
“And yet so many times through my life because of my life being beyond my control I have hated them,” he whispers truthfully eyes looking from Drystan to the stone courtyard below. “I like any person wish not my fate upon myself, the horrors and pain to not be my own. I would wish them on no other, but neither do I wish to live through them myself. So many view me as a God because of my blood, I am but a man. A tired restless man who has wanted...-” he looked from the courtyard where a servant girl ran covering her head with her arms to shield from the rain her curly brown hair to Drystan. His eyes were deep purple, bordering on black.
“I do not know where to pour myself anymore. I have given everything to see peace for the First Races as the genocide was wrought upon them for so long by humans. But now I wish my work to be done. There was a man long ago…his name was Urunas Munacra, he was born a mortal man like all. An elf, but mortal. Syre and Everwood needed a tool, they needed someone to free the Elves from slavery and to stop the influx of worship of the God of Hate and Chaos. They made Urunas an ‘Undying’. That word... is spoken with hate and fear even now, more than eleven thousand years later. Undying meant you could not die, only the Gods could decide your death. Urunas became a tyrant, he went against what the Gods created him for, and built an empire in his image upon these shores. His legacy lives on, Barthelomew was his son, Francais his grandchild. Zenumas his great grandchild, and Griffons Wing his Great Great grandchild. The later Munacrians are not Undying, but Francais and I…are. I have wished to die sense I was a boy. I cannot count the amount of times I have tried to end my life and pleaded with the Gods to allow me to die. The amount of times I have cursed their names in anger and hate for my continued existence. I cannot die unless they allow they allow it young Drystan. And Syre has given me an ultimatum…a cruel ultimatum.”
Taking in a deep breath he looked away, “To Die. I must love again.” But to love…he would not wish…to die.
Drystan remained silent, carefully listening to and observing his companion. He noted the change in body language, the darkening of formerly lavender coloured irises, the pain evident in Odin’s voice. He understood feeling angry with the gods, questioning their wisdom; after all, one of his own dear adopted siblings had been forced to become a eunuch when naught but a child, and completely against his will at that. But the last words uttered by the snowy haired monarch moved him deeply, spurring him to grasp the taller man’s hand and shift to stand closer to him. “To be denied the release of death is a terrible thing. Loathsome as suicide is, for some it is the only release they can find in a life they can no longer cope with. But what the gods, what Syre is asking of you…” he trailed off, voice low as he lifted dark grey eyes to meet deep amethyst filled with emotion. “Even so, you shouldn’t deny yourself the comfort of friendship and the possibility of love, despite having such a heavy weight upon you. Surely Syre would not demand your immediate death upon your finding mutual love.”
"How am I to know any longer what Syre wishes of me," the hand being grasped more fully and Drystan moving closer, he looked to him. "But truth is what I have always valued with people; the hope of a love, a courtship, anything with someone when I tell them what may happen is far beyond a doubt impossible. If you loved someone having the looming notion of your loved ones death... I know not any who could handle such Drystan. I would not push that on anyone and so I remain alone." And alive.
"What Syre wishes to do is his own choices, he is a God. I begrudge him not for what he is doing now as I am far older. There’s a reason I am still alive though I know it not. An inkling of what that reason is would be welcome but I'm afraid I know nothing."
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A deep sigh and he looked back up into the dark skies, lightening flashing in the distance as the rain poured down upon them from the cloudy heavens. "No one knows why I wish to die; I am tired, exhausted even. But I wish to free my mother Drystan. You see Urunas was powerful, a powerful Warlock, an Undying Warlock who when angered had no compassion, had no wish not to curse the individual who had wronged him. My mother had cheated on her husband she had chosen so that she could free her people the wild elves from human slavery. She had me with Dan'ele, my father who was only an elf at that time. My mother was imprisoned in her room and my father killed, I was made a slave. When my mother died of heart break Urunas cursed her."
Looking back from the dark sky to Drystan, "He cursed her to forever remain watching the world enshrined, imprisoned." His free hand lifted and it pointed up toward the silvery moon.
"Within the moon."
Dark eyes stayed upon that silvery surface, "And to be set free another must take her place. That is all I want. To die and to set her free. To take her place within the moon, entrapped and watch the world. But allow her, her freedom. She did nothing wrong by loving my father and yet she is trapped and the Gods won’t set her free. Darrian speaks that her life-force keeps the stars and moon shining now and to take her from it would darken the night sky forever. So if the moon needs a living soul to shine then I would rather it have my own. I just..wish her freedom."
Following Odin’s gaze, Drystan’s face remained calmly compassionate even though his mind was whirring in action as he considered all he had been told. He wasn’t entirely sure what he could do to comfort the other man; all he knew was that the king’s mind was all but crying out for an understanding soul. “Odin,” he began slowly, eyes shifting back to his companion’s face. “I can’t profess to be able to completely relate to everything you have experienced… but I can certainly empathize and provide a willing ear to listen.” Moving to grasp Odin’s other hand, he placed his back against the balustrade as he faced him completely, expression earnest and sympathetic. “Sometimes just having someone to talk to, a friend who will not only listen but will be a source of comfort and support… sometimes that’s enough to make carrying on with life a little easier. I can’t imagine living so long, having experienced so much… I can’t begin to truly fathom the exhaustion you must feel. Mortals were never meant to live forever with no respite. It’s amazing you have not lost all humanity and sanity… it really is.”
Freeing one hand, he stood on the balls of his feet so he could reach Odin’s face, cupping his palm gently against the winged man’s cheek. “To wish for another’s freedom and to be willing to sacrifice your own for it is incredibly admirable. But do not sentence yourself to an eternity of imprisonment without having reconciled as that needs to be, without forgiving yourself as well as others.” He knew distantly that Silene had left the room to give them privacy even though he could still feel her presence in his mind, giving him the strength to speak the words that needed to be spoken. “If you wish it, I am willing to provide you with someone to confide in, to give you what comfort I am capable of. I may not always know what to do or what to say… but I’ll try my best to help you as I can. You welcomed me, a stranger, into your kingdom and home, vast as it is. My friendship is the least I can offer.
The far older male had not hoped nor expected understanding of it all, even the tiniest portion. Both of his hands grasped he peered down at the other with eyes that were not quite as dark as they had been earlier, not quite as richly purple bordering on black. His humanity and sanity were something he held to like grains of precious sand, nearly able to run through and be lost with everything else when slipping through his fingers. The hand moving from holding his own again it cupped his cheek and his turbulent but vibrant purple eyes stayed on Drystan. The touch was something he had not felt in many many years, holding an intimacy to it Odin barely remembered. A feeling of vulnerability that he actually relished.
"How does one forgive themselves for the slaughter of over five thousand men, men that you had trained and that trusted you. Men that were only fighting under the man that you had loved and then betrayed. Betrayed because you believed putting a Munacra back on the Munacrian throne was only right. Then to later have that Munacra begin to slaughter and genocide the people, worse even than the man you had loved and betrayed. Rain washes away remembrance of sin. It rained that night after I slaughtered my Samurai Master's army, and I stood in the rains of this very isle praying the Gods could forgive me when I found out who and what I was."
He sighed, "I wish to just move on, I cannot forgive but I can move on. I live every day the best I can waiting, hoping that maybe Syre will go back on what he said and allow me to die without loving so I may set my mother free and finish my existence on Ran'Gilith. I am tired of being this Isle's Protector, the First Race's Guardian. It is a title I never wanted. I wish just to be myself, not a King. A murderer, a Bastard. Just Odin."
“Every ruler must make decisions that affect the lives of hundreds, if not thousands of lives. That is one of the burdens of ruling, whether the throne and crown was something you asked for or something that was forced upon you by either the gods or fate,” Drystan said, gently rubbing skin that was both soft and slightly weathered. An interesting dichotomy, much like the man whose face he touched. “The guilt of having wrought others’ deaths is something you will have to live with for the entirety of your existence, but you do not have to let it drag you down. That you feel that guilt, that regret so keen shows the brightness and strength of your heart and soul. To me, it shows that within, you are as beautiful as you are without, even with the scars of your long lifetime.”
Letting his hand slide down to rest on Odin’s shoulder, he struggled to hoist himself on the balustrade to relieve his calves from straining to reach. “Let me make you this promise; when it is just us, you will always be just Odin. Just a man who’s heart is heavy with past regrets and hopeful wishes for the future. I too, have had times where I wished not to be identified by my position or abilities, to simply be accepted for who I am as a man. So I will make the time spent alone in your company a time where both of us can accept each other as ‘just Odin’ and ‘just Drystan’ that we may feel closer to the simple mortals we are in our hearts, and not the godly or goddess-touched beings we are in public.”
"This was far before I was a King, though I have made decisions, many as King that have affected many lives as well." He knew this... he had lived with the guilt of that army and his Master for over ten thousand years, he had only been in his 50's when he had taken out that army. On his own. The fear he had felt when he had collapsed in the rain before the ruined temple to the Gods was a fear he never wished to feel again. He had feared for his own sanity, humanity. He feared the powers hidden within his form and if they were beyond his control. If he would become a monster.
His hand that was not held moved up, it touched Drystan's cheek as he sat on the balcony, his other hand on Drystan both as a wish to feel skin beneath fingers like Drystan was, and also as an insurance. If Drystan took a fall he would have both hands that could grab the boy. The fall was over twenty feet and though Drystan was a mage, still Odin worried. "Yes, I'd like that Drystan. just to be the man I am, not the man I was born to be, or what others wish me to be. What I am. Who I am." His purples were softening at the other's touch and promise. Not quite lavender but closer to their normal color then the turbulence of their earlier darker hues. "I would be honored to have you as my guest tomorrow at the ball Drystan. Introduce you to my family, for many of my family shall be there."
“We all have shadows in our past that we must live with, I will not deny you yours.” Looking up, Drystan saw how Odin’s expression was changing, his eyes softening almost imperceptibly. The hand on the taller man’s shoulder felt the shift of strong muscles, the muscles of a warrior, of one who was used to fighting for what he believed was necessary. He could also feel how the shifting of impressive wings carried proudly made those same muscles move and realign. A small, almost shy smile spread across his lips at his companion’s words, the hand that felt his cheek just as he had done previously. Being so close to the other man made him feel surprisingly protected, a feeling he until now had only ever associated with his fellow Coven members. As surprising as it was welcome, he leaned his face into that touch; it had been many years since he had not feared the touch of one he did not identify as a sibling of his soul. “I should like that and I will accompany you with the utmost of honour,” he said quietly, eyes drawn back up from their consideration of Odin’s shoulders and wings. “I think I would very much like to meet some of your family.”
The others consideration of himself did not go un-noticed, and Odin as he always did, did not speak up. He was not egotistical or pompous but many looked him over, seeing his outer beauty. He wished at times he was like a normal man in his physical appearance but he would miss his wings foremost so the thoughts went away. His wings that were wet clung to him knowing that Odin liked the rain though they themselves did not. Odin's own gaze shifted over Drystan, remembering the near feline-like movement that had an agileness to it that not many could capture. Fingers stayed on cheek fleetingly in touch, barely grazing skin. "Most of my family is eccentric but I shall enjoy you meeting them none the less."
The bell tolled and Odin looked away, "Dinner," he murmured knowing he had a meeting afterward and Zenumas would be arriving to section the young Mai's powers. He should at least take a few moments to speak with his Great nephew before the ball tomorrow. Make certain Zenumas attending even though the man would not wish to... So much to do yet again. Regretful eyes laid back on Drystan and it was clear from them the moment was gone. Leaning he moved his hand from cheek to press feather light his lips to cheek.
Thinking of some of his Coven members back home, a small chuckle escaped Drystan’s lips, an amused smirk spreading. “I think I can handle eccentric, Odin.” He would have said more, but the bell startled him, the mind mage unconsciously jumping slightly, sliding forward to land on his feet. Grey eyes widened and a light dusting of pink rose upon his cheeks at the light kiss. “R-right,” he stammered softly, gaze dropping as nervousness grew in him yet again. Knowing that he should let go of his own past even as he urged his new friend to do so, he couldn’t help the strange flutter of conflicting emotions that was strong enough to almost leave him breathless with confusion. “I… that is, w-we should probably change,” Drystan murmured softly, looking down at his own soaked clothing, not even noticing the coma of inky black hair sticking to the side of his face and following the curve of his jaw.
It was then he realized that the now wet clothing he was dressed in was the only clothing he had. “Uhm.” A glance back down again showed that the facts still hadn’t changed; he was drenched, standing on a secluded balcony with the ruler of a realm he had somehow unknowingly stumbled upon while Dreamwalking. Not only that, he had found himself reaching out to another person in a way he hadn’t since ‘Mander and some of the others had joined the Coven. It was disconcerting to say the least.
And he was still soaked to the bone with no change of clothes.
Odin did not say anything to the dusting of pink but he was proud of himself, oddly. And then he had to ponder exactly what he was proud of himself for. Was he hitting on the other? He did not know. "Good, I would not want you overwhelmed." By my family. "Yes, yes we should." He looked back toward the bedroom where his eyes took in an awake Marlang who was sitting on the bed and watching them both. His expression was unreadable and his head was slightly ****ed to the side. "I'm certain Marlang would have robes that would fit you, I'm not one to wear them." Being a warrior, he liked tighter clothing like the clothes he wore now. Which thoroughly soaked left little to the imagination, which was not what he had intended but it did not matter all that much to him. Gripping the hand he still held one last time before letting it drop he gestured for them to go back inside.
"Well your both see through," Marlang commented with a soft grin seeing how rain drenched both were. If anything was wrong to the Arch Mage he kept it to himself.
Nodding his agreement and understanding, a small shiver ran down Drystan’s spine along with a droplet of cold rainwater. Looking up and seeing the expression on Marlang’s face, he quirked a single slender eyebrow in silent query. Realizing that both his and Odin’s shirts were soaked enough so as to be indeed transparent, he averted his before he could blush further, glad that his own clothing was a little bit darker, not that it helped much. Light or dark, wet clothing clung to their bodies, outlining every curve of muscle and bone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Marlang,” he said as he reentered the room, having followed in behind Odin. He was pleased to find his voice steady, although he swore he could still feel his traitorous face burning.
Marlang laughed but not at them, no not at them. He shook his head smiling and stood grabbing the robes he had entered in and threw them to Drystan. "My walking the halls half clad won’t be such a matter for gossip as our Mage guest going about in rain drenched clothing." After all, Marlang was known as near to being a whore. "We should get changed and get to the grand hall for dinner, or will you not be there father?"
Odin gave his son a sorry look, "Zenumas should be arriving and I wish a few moments to speak with him before you steal him away for the night and I end up in another meeting. His not attending his own sons marriage tomorrow is going to send the wrong signal and I wish for him to understand that."
Marlang nodded, he understood what his father was doing and why that didn't stop the slightest disappointment.
"Of course. Well Drystan, change into that and we can walk, I'll grab robes from my own room and we can settle into dinner in the great hall."
Catching the robes tossed at him, Drystan only fumbled a little bit before he pulled them on. “Thank you,” he said, securing them in place and noting that while a little bit longer than was the fashion, they would certainly suffice. Wrinkling his nose at the way his own wet clothing clung him, he admitted to himself that he would have to deal with it for a little while longer. There was no way he was going to change in front of two men he had just met. Hell, he rarely changed in front of men he’d practically known his whole life, and only when there was absolutely no other option or when he didn’t know they were there, which was a very rare occurrence. Considering it, he decided to duck into the corner formed behind the open balcony door, relying on the curtains to shield him as he shimmied out of wet trousers. He could tolerate a wet shirt, but damned if he’d sit through a meal in wet pants.
Releasing the clasp that held his hair back, he quickly neatened his hair before resecuring it. A glance between Odin and Marlang had him moving to the winged ruler’s side, reaching out to give a sword calloused hand a quick squeeze of support. “Right… well, I guess I’ll probably not see you until tomorrow then? Who should I speak with about requisitioning the appropriate attire?
It was cute. Syre be damned it was cute. And Odin was inside flinching at the mere thought that perhaps he thought an action of someone other than his child cute. He didn't need this, not now. Though Drystan knew about his 'future' if anything like that came to be, he was still at the point of hoping it would not. If only to stop the inevitable heartache on both ends.
Marlang shook his head but stayed put a smile of amusement to his lips and Odin stayed put as well his own soft smile of patience showing. The grip to his hand was returned and he nodded, "You shall, I'll be awakening you at 9am, that way we can go into town and you can get fitted for formal robes for the ball so you do not have to worry about clothes. And don't worry I don't mind paying." He was a King, he could afford it.
Quirking an eyebrow again at the amused expressions on both men’s faces, Drystan wrote it off as this world’s culture being different from his own. He chose to disregard the fact that he knew a certain fire mage who enjoyed shocking the court by wearing little more than a band of fabric across her breasts and a side-slit skirt that protected her nether regions and little else. “If you insist,” he replied, a smile of his own returning. “I will look forward to greeting the morning with you tomorrow then.” Giving Odin’s hand one last gentle squeeze, he bowed gracefully, grey eyes flitting up to meet lavender. Taking a step back, he let his borrowed robes flare about him before he straightened and turned to Marlang, eyes still dancing with amusement. It was very much like a game he used to play with Rétta when they were younger and the young ruler had been bored to tears for all of the protocol Lord Alexander insisted upon. “We shall leave you to your duties then. I wish you a pleasant evening and peaceful dreams,” he added, voice genuinely warm with his well wishes.
The fire had begun to lace around Marlang's fingers and he finally had had enough. Standing he starred straight into the Knight's brown eyes. "Say what you will, you know I care not." He had then left the room, back straight and proud, hoping Drystan would follow him and thankfully the younger had. There was murmuring among the dinner tables about the accusations of his being a slut and his reaction to it. He was only making his father’s life more difficult but he could not find that one to bind himself to and until he did they would talk.
Outside in the trellised area of the gardens, shielded by thick vines of plants, so thickly bound they were that no water seeped through onto the lawn below. There were stone benches about, and a few wooden chairs and tables. He was pacing unable to sit still, the robes he had found in his room were smaller, less flowing then his others as he had gone through three robes today. They hugged his arms and sides showing the mage were actually not only a mage. Like earlier when he had had the robes off and skin showed, he was muscular, he knew how to fight with steel he just would rather with his arts and was far more practised with magic then sword. His form was shuddering, he was angry though his powers were back under his control outside surrounded by nature that calmed him.
He was being uncharacteristically silent, even in such a short time that Drystan had known him... Marlang was brooding. He knew the man was right and that was what hurt the most. He did sleep around far too much... he did need to settle down with just one lover... Marlang was also silently praying for guidance. What was the point of this? What was he supposed to do... His lavenders like his father's were emotion filled and they were wet?
After murmuring a hurried excuse, Drystan had quickly followed behind the Arch Mage. As he walked, he reinforced his own shielding against the other man’s barely contained anger, knowing he would need to remain calm. What the Knight had said was incredibly rude and not at all acceptable dinner conversation, leaving the mind mage with a foul taste in his mouth. In his home country, never would a member of the court make such a bawdy accusation in polite company, no matter that there might be a grain or two of truth to it.
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Entering the sheltered area of the gardens, his eyes searched for and eventually found Marlang pacing agitatedly in the enclosed space. Not a word came from the other man, although the tension in the air around him was almost palpable.
“Marlang?” His voice was low, barely over a murmur so as not to further upset the Arch Mage. Drystan hadn’t missed the muscles born of weapons training, which was no surprise considering who his father was, and had no desire to startle him. “What that man, that so-called Knight said was so inappropriate I could no longer stay at the table.” A couple of silent steps brought him close enough to reach out and gently touch Marlang’s shoulder, effectively halting the man’s movements. “Do you wish to talk about it?”
Hearing his name after footsteps Marlang had not stopped but his attention was more fully back upon the present then his own internal determinative thinking. Marlang nodded murmuring himself a soft, “Thank you.” For Drystan leaving the table shortly after Marlang had. It insured that at least nothing else being said was heard by the younger man as Marlang liked Drystan, as a friend, and wished to remain such. Gossip and rumors even though they had a grain of truth could destroy relationships easily.
“I do not know what... I know he is right. What he said back there. I know this and yet there is little to be done about it. To still the rumors I must settle down with one man and be with him for quite some time, and even then. While being with him who knows what rumors could still circulate. I’m making my father’s life harder and there is so little I can do about it!” He was frustrated and his hand grasped Drystan’s, not overly tightly but in a need of a reassuring touch. The connection. “I’m not willing to spend eternity with one man that I do not truly love and so I wait to find the right one. I am single, and young though an adult, what concern is the courts or the nobility what I do in my own bedroom!”
Drystan’s eyes were understanding as he not only returned the reassuring hand clasping, but led the other man over to a nearby bench and pulled him down to sit next to him. A year or so ago, he had gone through a similar conversation with ‘Mander, the fiery tempered girl for once had been upset by some of the more unsavory ramous that had been whispered throughout the court about her. “Marlang,” he began, tone gentle. “Just because there is truth in what he said, that does not make it appropriate. That he not only said it in public, but to your face shows not only a grave lack of decorum but a lack of respect for you as both a person, as well as the Arch Mage of this kingdom.”
Reaching for and grasping his friend’s free hand, he held both firmly as he turned to face the other man. One leg was tucked under him to allow him to sit comfortably sideways on the bench, and his expression was earnest and sympathetic. “Unless there is absolutely no other choice, you should never settle with someone whom you do not love. Eternity is a terribly long time, and to sentence yourself to spending it with someone you neither love nor relate to is not fair to you or any potential mates. I have remained single and all but sworn a vow of celibacy for that very reason; I refuse to bind myself to someone I don’t love.”
Sitting down beside Drystan, he forced himself to remain still his body wishing action and that equaled his continual pacing. But still he stayed and he listened. “I am an Arch Mage but that is only because there is no one else with my versatility here, I have a Basic mastery of every element and can dabble in most different arcane spectrums where most Mages are singular or purposely dual in their approach. But I am not that powerful.” As seen earlier, he did not have that deep of reserves for his powers. “Even the other mages actually have quite little respect for me when I’m not face to face with them and that is not only on the account of my bedroom antics. They believe if Odin was not my father I would not be Arch Mage.” He did not know if he would be or not and he did not question.
Hands grasped he nodded faintly, “I know, I’m not ready to settle down and in the mean time, the men I have seen have all been alright with who I am, and what I am known as. They knew the rumors, the gossip and bore it. My current is the human Guard Captain, we have been together three years now off and on, nothing serious though as he is human. Even with the mists of the Isle allowing humans to age slower most humans don’t live past a hundred and fifty years here.” The very mists that obscured the Island from the rest of the world and stopped incoming travelers who meant harm to any on its shores also increased mortal life span. A small gift of the Gods who tred the shores of this Sacred Isle.
“Powerful or not, it doesn’t matter if some may feel you would not stand in the position you do if not for your father. What matters is having the common courtesy to hold one’s tongue, especially in front of others. Even if they may not approve of you or your choices, there is no reason to be so utterly rude,” Drystan said, brows drawing down in a small frown. “This is not my home… it’s not even my world, but where I am from, it is the unofficial policy of the court to at least be polite on the surface, even if you are really insulting someone.” He sighed, tilting his head back to gaze up at the densely vegetated trellis. There was no doubt in his mind that he was treading unknown waters that had the potential to leave him gasping for vital air. “If I were your father, or even more than just a bystander, I would worry more for your personal health and happiness rather than just unwanted rumors. Dallying with so many lovers can leave you ill in both body and heart. This, I believe, is what your father worries about. He doesn’t want to see you hurt any more than is absolutely necessary, but knows that he can do nothing to stop the gossip and very little to stop you from flitting from partner to partner like bee goes from flower to flower.” There, that was as close as Drystan would come to voicing his opinion on Marlang having so many lovers; he didn’t approve personally of such a way of life, but he certainly understood some of the reasoning behind it.
“It’s never been that easy for many to hold their tongues when they really wanted to say something. And it’s become something I’m rather accustomed to.” Which was sick, that he had become so accustomed to the degrading gossip and rumors flitting around the castle. Marlang shook his head grasping Drystan’s hands even as he listened. He knew what he was doing was not good for himself or those he slept with, though thankfully he was half elven and that did eradicate most of the possibilities of diseases. He was thankful Drystan was being truthful, though also that he was toning down his words. “I’m looking for something I know isn’t there but I just do not wish to be alone.” Eyes finally fell, "I think I need to get away for a while, maybe that will help clear my head a bit. I'm surrounded by people who want me yet I have never felt more alone then I do right now..." he shook his head, "I really haven't learned a lot in 257 years have I?" Shaking his head again, he peered back at Drystan, “I envy you,” he murmured softly and shook his head once more. There was no passion in his eyes, no lust only the soft affection of a friend. Lips brushed Drystan’s a moment after his words that he envied the other and he stood. “Zenumas should be out here soon; I need to think, I’m going to go for a fly.”
With that said he pulled off the robes again down to just his breeches once more, and white feathery wings like his father’s ripped through skin, the feathers nearest skin and muscle were pink tinged from blood. They were far smaller than his father's, only a wing span of eight feet but it was enough to carry the Arch Mage on his own. “Excuse my rudeness at leaving you Drystan, I just need the freedom of the skies. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
“No one wishes to be alone… but have you ever thought that perhaps you are going about relieving your loneliness in the wrong way? If after all this time you still find yourself lonely, maybe you need to try something different,” Drystan suggested.
“Me? Why would you envy me?” Any further words were utterly derailed by the soft brushing of lips in a gentle and completely unanticipated kiss. Lifting one of his now empty hands, he touched own lips with his fingers. “I… do what you must,” he said at last, his voice little more than a whisper, his eyes still wide with surprise and cheeks dark with his blush at the unexpected intimacy. Blinking slowly, he watched Marlang take to the skies, grateful for the moment of solitude. He was unsure how to react to the responses he was receiving from both Odin and Marlang; he was not used to having others react to him in such a way. Hell, if he were to be completely honest, he’d never had anyone, let alone two men treat him as he had been today. Not only that, those two men just so happened to be father and son, one immortal and the other one step removed from immortality.
Keeping his one leg tucked under him, he drew his other leg up and leant against his bent knee. His eyes were distant as he lost himself to his inner thoughts, trying to decide just what he should do. There was no doubt that both men were attractive, physically and otherwise; but he had no wish to hurt either. He had also avoided all intimate relationships since his scarring dalliance with Etaine when he was 14. That left him with almost no experience and a whole lot of confusion. Drystan’s thoughts returned to Marlang’s last words, connecting the name Zenumas to the Warlock who had come to not only block Mai’s out of control powers, but to also speak with Odin. He wondered briefly if all males of this family were a confusing as Odin and Marlang were proving to be.
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